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Unfortunately, most of the paths that are left for Sam to choose from require him to be some kind of foaming-at-the-mouth crazy with some serious issues regarding his sexual kinks. Sam is only just coming round to incest; he doesn't think he's up for taking the starring role in a snuff film with a cast of millions.
"How about you put something on Craigslist asking who wants to be raped and ritually disemboweled?" Raum says. "You're bound to get a couple of hits at least."
"Put your picture on there too," Ruby suggests. "I bet you'd get a couple hundred hits in the first day, easy."

[...]
Sometimes, when he looks up, Dean is looking back at him, one hand propping up his head, the other holding the paperback open. And he doesn't look away when Sam looks back at him. It's not a hostile look but it's a thoughtful one, and Dean putting that amount of thought into Sam is a little unsettling.
"I'm sorry, Dean, but you're gonna have to accept that the Path of Cuddling Kittens does not exist," Ruby says. "The Path of Skipping Under Rainbows doesn't exist either. Sam is gonna have to-"
"The Path of the Suffering Multitudes," Dean interrupts. He turns the paperback round to show her the relevant passage, cracking the spine on the book in a way that has Sam cringing. He turns the book back and starts to read: "And the Boy King strikes a single blow, which draws wailing from every nation. To every nation, he touches anguish and loss, frustration and fury." Dean nods at Sam's laptop and says, "You cuss pretty loud when you can't get connection on that thing, don't you?"
"You want him to turn off the Internet?" Raum says incredulously, but Ruby's obviously thinking the suggestion through.

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