[He says it quietly as well, before glancing away and taking another few moments before he speaks again. This is where things start to get really bad.]
A few months passed, and Crowley arrived. You and he struck a deal and Crowley agreed to provide blood for a time in hopes of lowering your need for it until you could go through withdrawal safely.
[Again he pauses, because he's still unclear on so much.]
I don't know what you believed, but as I understood you had come to the end of your supply and were beginning to suffer the symptoms of withdrawal, and there was too much risk to simply let it proceed. So I offered to extend the step-down process with my blood, instead.
[He's still not sure if Sam believed he was going to die like Castiel had, or if Sam had been using him from the beginning. It doesn't really matter now.]
This went on for several weeks, until I couldn't sustain it any longer at the current rate. Something, whether my blood or the amount of demon blood and the length of time, had begun to change your personality.
[And another pause before he continues, staring off over the ocean.]
When I attempted to lower the amount, you decided to kill me. I believe you intended to use the remainder of my blood to enhance your strength even farther in order to confront Lucifer; angel blood seems to grant more power than demon blood overall.
I escaped, and Magneto trapped you in his danger room to detox. However, before you did, it seems your symptoms disappeared completely. Our world's God is here, and it was likely His doing.
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[He says it quietly as well, before glancing away and taking another few moments before he speaks again. This is where things start to get really bad.]
A few months passed, and Crowley arrived. You and he struck a deal and Crowley agreed to provide blood for a time in hopes of lowering your need for it until you could go through withdrawal safely.
[Again he pauses, because he's still unclear on so much.]
I don't know what you believed, but as I understood you had come to the end of your supply and were beginning to suffer the symptoms of withdrawal, and there was too much risk to simply let it proceed. So I offered to extend the step-down process with my blood, instead.
[He's still not sure if Sam believed he was going to die like Castiel had, or if Sam had been using him from the beginning. It doesn't really matter now.]
This went on for several weeks, until I couldn't sustain it any longer at the current rate. Something, whether my blood or the amount of demon blood and the length of time, had begun to change your personality.
[And another pause before he continues, staring off over the ocean.]
When I attempted to lower the amount, you decided to kill me. I believe you intended to use the remainder of my blood to enhance your strength even farther in order to confront Lucifer; angel blood seems to grant more power than demon blood overall.
I escaped, and Magneto trapped you in his danger room to detox. However, before you did, it seems your symptoms disappeared completely. Our world's God is here, and it was likely His doing.