You know, I went after her, Dean. Maybe that's what's bugging you -- that I'm moving on with my life. I mean, you took care of me, and that's great. But I don't need you anymore.
When you live under the unforgiving society like an umbrella from the debris and the filth and the dirt, you exist. Safe. But when you have nothing to die for, you are not living - not really. It's when you wake up in the morning and you have something to look up to, something to do, something to anticipate whether it be anticipating joy or anticipating fear, at least it's something. Better than nothing that most people have.
However when you have one thing, one thing in your life since you were a child everything is focused. As if every breath you take has a sole reason, a purpose as if you are worth nothing without being that person who does - the job. It is an awfully terriffying yet rewarding life if you do have that. And Dean does, he really does and he's awesome at it - being a big brother. After 30 years of being a Winchester, 40 years down the pit, its breathing down your neck, your life is and whether you like it or not, you must stop.
TUMBLR: A place where people loves taking notes, where you receive death threats if you don't stay on it, where people are nice to you that you never knew that they were actually being mean (or vice versa)
I love tumblr
Gonna finish my papers and my research no matter what it takes.
