"When has that ever worked, Sam?" he growled, shrugging away from the door and pacing around the small room slowly. "Keeping crap from me to spare me the burden? It just makes things worse." He was having deja vu from his talk with Cas, being fed the exact same excuses as Sam was now and bringing up the same arguments. Secrets and lies never worked in their screwed up lives, just making the shit all that harder to handle when the truth came out.