Notes/Disclaimer: I do not own the television show Supernatural but if I did, they would not have killed Jo or Ellen! I'm so pissed they did. Erg. Darn them. Okay, moving on.
Inscribed As: Facing the Music
Quotational Inspiration: Henry Ward Beecher
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What the heart has once owned and had, it shall never lose.
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It's on a deserted, dusty road that it hits him; honestly, truthfully hits him. He's traveling eighty, maybe ninety down barren nothingness, his mind set on burning the bones of some craggy old witch.
'Metallica Hour' is over and the radio host is excitedly jabbering about some Playboy Bunny coming into the studio the following afternoon. He takes a quick phone call and converses with an excessively zealous listener.
The driver sighs, his mindset nowhere near the mood to be present for such a conversation. It's when his fingers reach out to change the station that his entire body visibly flinches before freezing up.
"This goes out to Dean, from Sam. 'Don't blame yourself, dude. She'll love your regardless. Always has, always will.' Well, Dean, I don't know what that means, but here you go!"
And there it is—the timeless ballad, recognizable piano entrance, and familiar tune. Can't Fight This Feeling, REO Speedwagon.
Suddenly, whether he wants to or not, he visualizes her; long blonde hair, vibrantly stubborn eyes, a breathtaking smile, and a loaded shotgun, and to him, she's the most stunning, beautiful, kick-ass huntress (well hunter; she always detested the "ess" he put on the end for shits and giggles) that stole his heart with one sucker punch to the face.
Realization dawns on him; no girl will ever be good enough. As the small town of Azure, Montana comes into view, he allows himself to gently smile at the collecting memories of the feisty blonde. No matter what women come into his life, none of them will measure up to Joanna Harvelle, and, with small, nearly inaudible laugh, he knows that he wouldn't have it any other way.
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