"Maybe. I'd killed before I'd ever gotten as far as kissing a girl, bound to warp you." Sam spat on the ground, using that and his foot to break the devil trap. Then he grabbed one of Harry's wrists and pulled him along, heading towards his car. He didn't really have a plan yet, but he was filled with a certain calm for whatever reason. Probably not for a good reason.

It made his chest seize to remember the way he had confided in Harry back then. It might have been before he'd turned demon, but now the memories were there, to be made a mockery of like everything else his life could have ever been. "I am different from you though. You're just a lackey demon. You only exist because of me. Nothing special about you."

He opened the passenger side of the car and grabbed the back of Harry's head so he could get him inside.