Sam chuckled sadly. "You'd be amazed at how clearly I can think when I'm not high, Dean. It wasn't your fault. Dad was being Dad, and you... we meant the world to him. He always said he would gladly take a bullet for us. I know I would for you. You obviously will take one for me. Hell, you're in that couch right now recovering from a punishment I should have taken."

He leaned closer to Dean. "I'm sorry I blamed you, Dean. It wasn't your fault. Dad would rather you be here still, so stop beating yourself up about it. And me doing what I did to myself was my fault, not yours. I need you to see that. I need you to blame me for this, and not yourself."