Dean?

Sam? … What's wrong? ... Talk to me, Sammy. What happened?

Dean, I think we broke up.

I'm sorry, kiddo. What happened? I thought you had it all planned out?

I did. … We went to this fancy restaurant and it was really nice. And then we heard that speech about their festival and that it was all about love. And I wanted to wait for the fire to be lit. But Rory said it would take some time and she wanted to see the surprise. So I took her to the salvage yard. It was really romantic you know. We sat in the car and watched the stars and she said that it was the perfect moment and that she felt happy and ...

And you told her that you loved her.

Yes.

Oh, Sammy. Never fall in love with them. It never ends well.

But...

What did she say?

She said she had to think about it. But what's there to think about? You either feel it or you don't, right? I mean she said it was the perfect moment. She laid in my arms, looked me in the eye and told me that nothing could ever be this good again. But when I asked her how she felt it was all like 'Oh, wait I have to think about it'.

Maybe …

I don't know what I was thinking. I'm an idiot.

No, Sam, you're not.

She said I should see it from her point of view. What does that even mean? She lives in a big house, her mother has a well-paid job she likes, her father comes to visit every couple of months. She goes to a fancy school because her grandparents are filthy rich and later she can choose if she wants to go to Harvard or Yale. Choose! ... Does having a perfect live make it harder to say 'I love you'?

Maybe it was too soon? And you building a car for her might have been a bit over the top?

Yeah, about that. Thanks for your help but I don't think I'll need the car any more.

Hey, I planned to come over next weekend and I will. Check on my lovesick little brother.

Maybe I should come home with you?

We'll see. Dad's working on something.

Hm.

It's late. Go to bed, Sammy. Get some sleep.

Hm.

Bye.

Bye.