Hey, this is Dean. Leave a message.
Hey, Dean… it's Sam… Look, Dean, I'm sorry, okay? I know I fucked up, I royally fucked up. I know that. It's just… Dean, I'm… Dean, I'm drowning here, okay? I—I'm completely out of my depth or my element, my whatever… I can't… I—I could use some help… Call me back, okay? … Bye… Bye.
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Hey, you've reached Sam. Leave me a message and I'll get back to you.
Sammy, it's me… Look, Sam, you're sorry, I get it, but it's not enough to just fucking be sorry this time and… and I'm—I can't… I can't come and help you this time, Sammy, you gotta...You're just gonna have to…I can't right now. So, uh, good luck and… I'll see you… Just, Sammy? Don't get yourself killed, okay? Okay.
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This is Dean…
Dean, I don't—I can't—Look, Dean. I don't know what more you want me to say here. I can't—I can't change what I did, God, I wish I could but I … Look, you were probably tired and thought I needed help with a job or something, but that's not why I called you, Dean. It's not a job… It's me, I need help. I feel so…much…I can't explain it, not right now, but I just… I need my brother, Dean… Please…
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…reached Sam. Leave me a message…
Look, I'm not fucking stupid, okay? I knew what you were talking about, but I stand by what I said before. This is your problem, Sammy, your mess. You have to clean this up, not me. It kills me to say this, okay, but I can't fix this for you. How'm I supposed to help you when I can't even look at you? No, I didn't… Jesus. Fuck.
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…Dean. Leave a…
Look, Dean I am trying… so hard… right now… I just—I don't even know why I bother calling you anymore. You never fucking answer, you never fucking tell me anything I don't already know and you never tell me anything, anything that will help me. Are you sure you even want me to get better, that you even want me around? You just… You just sit there, and you brood and you fester and no wonder everyone leaves you, you push everyone away and why should we come back when you're only gonna yell at us and be fucking useless and no… No, Dean, I didn't mean that. I'm—I'm fucked up, Dean, in more ways than one. You should have told me not to chase my Jack with tequila. Look, Dean, I'm fucking sorry, okay? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about Mom and I'm sorry about Ruby and I'm sorry about fucking everything, about the blood, it's always blood, blood and more blood with us Dean and maybe you're right and—
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…me a message and I'll get back…
Jesus Christ, Sammy, stop fucking apologizing. You keep saying you're fucking sorry and I fucking hear you, alright? I hear you loud and clear but I—you need to listen to me right now, listen real good. I can't be around you while you're still so fucked up. You think I like this, this being alone? It fucking sucks, Sammy, but you're a danger to everyone right now. Get your head on straight, goddammit, and then call me back.
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Hey, this is Dean…
…I don't—I don't think I can fix myself without you.
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Hey, you've reached Sam. Leave me a message and I'll get back to you.
Alright. Motherfuck, Sammy. Alright, okay? Just… fucking okay… and I—I'm sorry, too, okay? I'll see you later. Bye…
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