certainthings

Dean: You know, when we were little-- you couldn't been more than 5 -- you just started asking questions. How come we didn't have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where'd Dad go when he'd take off for days at a time? I remember I begged you-- "Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't want to know." [chuckles softly] I just wanted you to be a kid...Just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you...Keep you safe...Dad didn't even need to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job... I had one job... [voice breaking] And I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry. [wiping away the tears] I guess that's what I do. I let down the people I love. I let Dad down. And now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down, too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that? [crying] What am I supposed to do? Sammy. God. [sniffles] What am I supposed to do? [inhales sharply] What am I supposed to do?!