Sam (to Dean): About me and dad. I’m sorry that the last time I was with him I tried to pick a fight. I’m sorry that I spent most of my life angry at him. I mean for all I know, he died thinking that I hate him. So you’re right -what I’m doing right now, it’s too little. It’s too late. I miss him, man. And I feel guilty as hell. And I’m not all right. Not at all. But neither are you. That much I know.
