"I don't wanna pretend to be normal, Mike. I just... I can't keep listenin' to how you hurt one of my best friends because he wanted you to. Because he wanted you to kill him instead. I fucking love you, but I don't know how I'm supposed to be supportive about this. That's what I'm fucking sorry for, okay?" I say, and I don't take his hand right away, even though I still, after everything, want to.

"I know you don't know how things were after you were gone, but he was family, just as much as Dean, and now he doesn't even remember me. It's not like it was with you, or with Dean. He doesn't get that look like maybe he does remember me, it's just right out of his reach. It's just not there. But I'm the one that's apparently gotta help him get better, 'cause Dean fuckin' asked me to. Fuck normal, I just want a fuckin' hour where I don't have to think about it."