The Night Belongs To You

I missed you.

Dean: My little brother is an adorable cinnamon roll. He is the epitome of goodness. I cannot comprehend anyone having any sort of problem or disagreement with him. And thus will swiftly destroy anyone who does.

Dean: *Is short-tempered, short-sighted, impulsive, and terrifyingly violent*

me: *gently fixes it*

And you told me yourself that you see a way out. You see a light at the end of this ugly-ass tunnel, I don’t. But I’ll tell you I do know is that I’m gonna die with a gun in my hand. ‘Cause that’s what I have waiting for me, that’s all I have waiting for me. I want you to get out. I want you to have a life. Become a Man of Letters, whatever. You, with a wife and kids and grandkids, live into your fat and bald and chugging viagra. That is my perfect ending. And it’s the only one that I’m gonna get.