Sam kept his reaction neutral, no way in hell was he saying anything. "My plight? I watched my brother get ripped to shreds in front of my very eyes, held his lifeless body begging with any entity that would listen to bring him back, but you all turned a deaf ear. Instead you let him rot for months inside. Don't try and make me believe that you couldn't of gotten him out o0f there sooner. There was a reason he stayed there for so long, because you sick bastards have your own plans."
He looked over to Dean. "He's talking about you being gone and me hunting alone. I kinda went on a bit of a spree, didn't hold back. I tried dealing with any demon that would listen, nobody would take it."
His jaw clenched, Dean being gone was a rough and dark time in his life, he'd had to turn to other means to get through the day. There was no way in hell he was telling him about it, especially now. "How about you tell us about this mission and stop beating around the bush?"