"I'm sorry, Dean," I said, because even though Sam being back wasn't a bad thing fundamentally, there was so much upsetting stuff that came with it. I squeezed his arm tighter, and I didn't care that it made me a selfish person, I was glad he was there, on the island, with me. I didn't like imagining him back home in danger, even if it was for the best cause in the world.

"I want to see him, but I also don't. You know?" I couldn't even look over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of Sam inside, despite wanting to desperately. "The last thing he needs is some crazy dead chick he doesn't even know crying all over him, right? I should just leave it alone."