You know, if I never see Lawrence again in my lifetime, it'll be too soon.
And yet, I can't leave.
'Cause Dad's still here.
And Winchesters never leave a man behind.
I gotta get him outta there. I don't know how. But I ain't leaving him to rot in no alternate whatever for five months. I know that for damn sure.
Sam wants to leave, I know he does, and I get why, I do, but I just can't. Not with Dad still...
I hate this freakin' place. But I can't leave.
And Sammy? What do I tell Sammy? I trust you, I don't think you're evil, you're not gonna go like that yellow-eyed sonofabitch you put down with the power of your mind? Is that what I tell my little brother? The little brother who froze me so I wouldn't go running after Dad?
And yeah. I know it was stupid and Sammy probably saved my life. Did save my life. But... he's never done that before. Used his psychic mojo on me. I wasn't lying when I told him I trust him. I do. But seeing your baby brother doing something like that with the power of his mind? Stopping me in my tracks? Killing another version of himself? Well that's some effed up crap right there and I'm kinda struggling to know how to deal with it. I love the kid. He's my best friend. I'd do anything for him - I'd die for him. And I know that other me sold his soul for him. And I'd do it. In a heartbeat. But... it's hard to see someone you love kill someone else - someone else who looks exactly like him - just by thinking about it.
But Sam? He may be a mirror, but he only reflected what was on that freak's surface. He only reflected his face. Deep down? Not every Sam Winchester is the same as every other. I gotta believe that. I do believe that. Because Sam and that yellow-eyed monster? The only thing they had in common was their name and their meatsuit. The Feather trusts Sam. And I trust the both of them.
It's gonna be okay. We're gonna watch each other's backs, just like whatever was telling us to. And it's gonna be okay. And somehow? We're getting Dad back. We just are.