I do not own Bates Motel.

But, in some ways, I do own a Dylan. And I love him so much.

Yeah, Whatever

Peace Out

It was early. The sun was beginning its ascent toward the heavens, painting lightening pinks and blues onto the still pale, sleepy atmosphere.

And The Decody/Massett Convoy of Burgeoning Hope, Intentional Happiness, and Free Breathing was finally, finally heading out of White Pine Bay.

Will Decody, the man with the plan, in the lead, piloting his aging grey Honda.

Emma Decody, the girl absolutely not experiencing Phantom Tank Syndrome, thank you very much, following along in her orange VW Bug.

And Dylan Massett, Escaping Bastard Unloved Incest Son, was driving his truck.

The bed of the blue double cab Ford was tarped not to protect fragile marajuana plants. But the family's clothing, household necessities, and few carefully packed boxes of well selected sentimentalities.

Small, furniture laden UHaul trailing along behind him.

Almost none of it was his. But he didn't mind. He was planning on starting fresh and clean in Seattle.

A new man with a new lease on life.

You are now leaving White Pine Bay. Please drive safely and come back soon.

Huh, no way in Hell.

He drove on for several minutes, pretending the physical sign wasn't a hugely significant mental sign of his conscious decision to abandon his mother and half brother to their codependent, psychotic madness.

I tried. I really did. Harder than I ever have before with anything but Emma.

But I just . . . I just can't.

A few seconds later, he sent Emma a text.

Wow.

And received a reply.

I know, right? You okay?

He thought about it.

Yeah. I love you.

I love you.

And Dylan Massett smiled most of the drive to Seattle.

Okay, here so ends all the drama throughout seasons 1-4 that I cared to take the effort to revisit. I know I didn't get everything but I tried to get all the stuff that struck me.

We'll leave all that behind (as much as we can, right, Dylan?) and just plunge headfirst into the mostly happiness of their lives in Seattle during their two years of peace until the excrement hits the fan again. Hope you stick around!

Thanks to Dinahray, who's been getting all this stuff emailed to her here and there and STILL chooses to review.

You sweetie.