For Zoe, who requested someone write a piece about Dean and On the Road and, you know, all that. I guess this is not exactly what she had in mind though... So please, just take it as a first attempt. Hopefully someone else is gonna do better than I (:

"We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time." (Kerouac, On the Road, 97)

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I first met Dean… shortly after his father had died. Gosh, that feels like ages ago already…

I guess I felt attracted to him even then.—What can I say? I mean, come on, have you seen the guy? Have you seen him act all cocky and pretend laid-back while you could practically feel his nerves bristling with concern? Concern for his brother; concern even—for you? You'd understand me better if you had…

Now, that smile… It starts as a slight curl at the corner of his mouth and from there it simply… spreads. Damn him for that. He always made it so hard not to smile back. But I couldn't. I wouldn't.

Now it's too late and, God, I still can't seem to open my damn mouth and say it. I care for you, Dean; more so than I've ever led on. I…

I can't move my legs. They all know it, they heard me say so. What they don't know, though. (well, maybe they can guess—I'm sure Mom can…) is that my sudden weakness and the pain is all that keeps me from sobbing like a small child, a heartbroken child. But I am! I am, as Dean bends down to cup my face, I am the saddest yet happiest person ever. I saved him, I. He is here now, with me, and though it's the last time we'll ever be able to look at each other again, I cherish that moment.

And who'd have thought I would ever have a "moment" with him—the infamous, the one and only, legendary—jerk of a Winchester, Dean. But I did. I had that moment, I'm having it now. I can feel his breath in my hair, a sensation which—for one odd second—is strong enough to shield me from the pain in my torn guts. Then, his lips, on my forehead…

… that expression in his hazel eyes. Oh, we're both good at not saying the things we feel, aren't we, Dean? Not even now, not even when we know this is the last time we'll ever see each other. No, we can't. Because we're strong, yes, but not strong enough for this…

See you on the other side, Dean. (God, I miss you already. I miss you…)

I'll be waiting… for however long it takes. And I'm prepared to wait a long long time…

… because I love you.

Wow, my first ever shot at Supernatural! I thought it best to keep it short (: Thanks for reading.