I wanted to help Sam,
of course I had an agenda of my own,
but I still wanted to help him.
I used to be human,
and I still remember the feeling of losing someone,
so I told Sam I could save his brother,
even if it was a lie.
Now I could have gone about things a little better,
so I’d still be standing and breathing to this day,
but I still got done what needed to be done.
I made Sam stronger with my blood,
so he could take out Lilith,
and be who Lucifer wanted him to be.
I betrayed him in the end,
but I made him stronger,
and I might have fell in love.
Now I didn’t show it,
but when that knife when through my chest,
part of me was heartbroken.
I knew he hated me for tricking him,
and making him break Lucifer free,
but I still think part of him,
even just a little part,
loved me too.