#6:48

They’re in the Impala now. Dean’s still got blood on his hands from when he tried to pull Sam’s fingers away from their Dad’s clothes. It took a few tries before he let go.

Sam’s looking out the window. He’s got blood on his hands too. He’s also got blood on his face he hasn’t wiped away yet. He glances at his reflection in the sun visor and quickly turns away.

“Sammy?” Dean tries.

“Don’t, Dean.”

But Dean can’t stay quiet. “Baby, you shot him in the shoulder. He just passed out. You didn’t kill him.

“I should have. We’ll never be safe now Dean. Never. He’s going to kill us both next time. I shot him and you stole his car. I don’t think he’ll go easy on us.”

“I’ll be one step ahead of him this time, ok?”

“Yeah, ok Dean” but his voice is so soft Dean almost can’t hear him.

I am healing you,

I am protecting you,

I am you. I feel you.

I love

Berlin,  6:48, Tag 1058

Heute Nacht viel geträumt, häufig wach, ist selten bei mir. Fühle mich trotzdem wach und ausgeruht jetzt. Habe mir den ersten Traum, der mich kurz nach Mitternacht wieder weckte, merken wollen. Beim Aufstehen war alles weg.

Das habe ich eben von meinem alten Auto unterm Rückspiegel abgehangen. Dort hing es seit vielen, vielen Jahren ganz fast gänzlich unbemerkt zwischen…