There's just been too much, too damn much.

And he's been here before: aching in body and soul, the taste of his own blood in his mouth, Sam's arms around him and Sam's voice telling him that he's sorry, balm for the deepest hurt.

(And he's been here before: the ancient evil wearing the face of his dead friend and saying everything's going to be all right.)

He buries his face in the hollow of Sam's chest, and cries.