The car pulled off back onto the road now Sam was settled in the passenger side, engine purring beneath them.

"This job... What are we looking at again?" He kept his gaze on the road. No, Sam couldn't help. Because that would mean he had to tell him about Amy, and then Sam wouldn't want to help. But he'd had to do it.

He was stuck in a vicious cycle and he didn't know how to break out of it.