Sam was trying his hardest not to think about his brother. Thinking about Dean right now gave him a heavy feeling in his stomach, a bizarre mix of dread and remorse all at once, but whether that was because of his brother or himself still remained to be seen. He didn't want to find out right now though, he didn't want to think about any of it. He just wanted to forget it all for a while. If his brain wouldn't co-operate then he'd just have to drink until it did.
He downed a shot of whiskey and set the glass down in front of him, signalling to the bar tender for another. Clearly he hadn't had enough to drink yet as his mind kept circling back to what Dean had said about Sam coercing someone into selling their soul. He wanted to think that wasn't true or at least to say that he'd go back and change it but he knew enough about himself to know that in a dire situation he'd do just about anything to get his brother back. He also knew enough about time travel to know that if he altered even the slightest thing the outcome would be very different and Dean wasn't a demon anymore which meant that Sam had cured him, which might not happen if he didn't do what he was meant to do. His head hurt. He downed another shot.
The bartender had just put another whiskey in front of him when the woman who'd sat down next to him spoke. He looked up at her at the mention of his name and when he realised it was Faith he let out an incredulous laugh and shook his head slightly, knowing his brother had been quick to make friends with the slayer. "Faith. Lemme guess, Dean asked you to spy on me, right?"