1.16.14

Killing people, hunting things…. the family business. I never thought anything could be as important as the task set before me by my father. For as long as I could remember, it was Sam and I, on the road, kicking demon ass. I had literally been to Hell and back, and I still couldn't stop this sort of obsession with monsters. But she is….. Different.

When I imagined my future, it was a hunter's death and burial- charred bones and nothing to show for it. I couldn't fall in love. There was no time and it was much too dangerous. Everyone I have ever loved has died, sometimes more than once. I couldn't bring another person into that. It was irresponsible and wrong. But she is… everything.

I don't know how to let her go. I don't know how to keep her.

~Dean