Sam returns his brother's grip, desperately.

"I can, you know. I have. All those Tuesdays, where I watched you....they ended in a Wednesday when you died again and I didn't wake up, and for months you were gone. I was alone, I hunted alone....I was so goddamned obsessed with finding the Trickster and getting you back...and I did. I did. But I didn't like who I was and I don't want to be that person again."

There's a beat, and then, softly, "I was so much worse than Dad could have dreamed of being."