And if I come back - if he just wins - what'll make him want to change?

[His head leans against the wall to his side, his mind fogging up with sleep alongside the alcohol]

If he even wants to talk to me again...

He does, of course he does.

It will wait for the morning, though. Go home, rest.

[Go home? Don't make him laugh. That's the sensible thing to do! Does he look sensible to you?]

Not so sure 'bout that.

[He snuggles against that wall, cuddling into his coat. It's cold outside, but that won't drive him in.]

Go back to Cas' house, Sam. Do it or I will not sleep either out of worry. I cannot force you, not from here; but I plead you. Please go home.

I can't go home...

[And suddenly he feels like that woman in white...like that first hunt back with Dean. He can never go home because home is where Dean is and Dean doesn't want him...]

[And it's like that thought lends him clarity for a second, and he shakes his head]

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called. Sleep well...[He leans down to press another kiss to the screen before fumbling with it to turn the feed off. The night is young and there are so many stupid things to do.]