Driver picks the music
Damn, I’m feeling very Dean right now.
I’m the big brother, right? I've got my own Sammy, too. Solve the problems. Fight the devil. Protect my little brother. Miss my momy. Keep moving like everything’s fine.
And somewhere inside all of that?
Nothing.
Just… nothing.
Everyone else is out there living their lives, while I’m just trying to survive mine.
And every time I think, “Okay, maybe things will calm down now,” life goes, “Oh, really? You thought we were done?”
Come on. Are you serious?
Can I get ONE normal day?
No monsters. No problems. No chaos. No saving anybody.
Just silence.
Maybe some pie.
Actually, definitely pie.
Pie is important. Pie understands me.
I just wanna sit somewhere quiet and hear my mom’s voice again. Hear her tell me, “It’s gonna be okay. You’re safe. I’m here. I promise.”
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And then—
you wake up.
Another shitty day.
She’s still gone.
And you’re still here.
Lonely, lonely, lonelyyyy.
But there’s work to do.
So you get up.
Back to work. Back to hunting. Back to pretending you’ve got everything under control.
Your life is messy. Your feelings are even messier. You keep running from them, but somehow they always catch up.
Again.
And again.
And again.
At least Dean gets to run away in a Chevrolet Impala.
Me?
I use my feet.
Baby, I’m broke.
This might be the only Chevrolet I’ll ever own
