so I raise a morphine toast to you all. and, should you happen to remember, it's the anniversary of my birth. remember that you were loved by me, and that you made my life a happy one. and there's no tragedy in that.
in between jobs, Sam and Dean would sometimes get a day, sometimes a week if they were lucky. they’d pass the time lining their pockets. Sam used to insist on honest work, but now he hustles pool, like his brother. they could go anywhere and do anything. they drove a thousand miles for an ozzy show, two days for a jayhawks game. and when it was clear, they’d park her in the middle of nowhere, sit on the hood and watch the stars…for hours…without…saying a word. it never occurred to them, that sure, maybe they never really had a roof and four walls…but they were never, in fact homeless.