"I don't. I got nothing from back then." He had the memories, sure. Sam wondered whether they might feel as far away for him as they did for Harry. Probably not. Probably still different because the pain was there. The emotion. He remembered what it had been like to feel like he belonged somewhere. That feeling of acceptance and that anticipation about things getting better instead of more of the same or worse.

Could remember the feeling of her hand in his while they'd listened to Harry go on about things in his cynical way. Before going home with her when they'd promised themselves that they'd make the world a better place together. Told each other that they'd already made the world better for just them.

He could remember friendship that had been twisted into toxic betrayal and love that had burned up into bitter ash. Sam took a turn at the next freeway. He had a feeling he knew where he wanted to go here.

"All of you demons like to talk a lot. Is it because there's only emptiness inside? You have to fill it with something."