I'm not saying throw him to the dogs, Dean, I'm saying don't throw yourself! Goddammit -- [And the moment he turns away from him, he punches the wall as hard as he can. The wall cracks along with his fist] sonofabitch [he mutters, not actually giving a fuck. It hurts, but nothing really hurts after what he's been through.] You're my son, Dean. And I'm not gonna let you throw your life away. I'm here now and if anything happens to Sam, I'll take care of it. But you've got to take care of yourself - [Because he won't be able to bear it if he loses Dean. And maybe it's too late, maybe he's already lost to him. So much time has passed, he's missed so much in his life that Dean really is...a completely different man now. A man who bore burdens he shouldn't have. A man who faced horrors that should have been his and his alone. A man he broke. And what right has he now to anything from him? But he can't let him keep sacrificing himself. To sacrifice happiness is one thing, they always had their own strange brand of happiness. But his life...a world without Dean is not one he wants existing.]