To the stars, Dean Winchester. To sand between our toes, and wind in our hair. To watching birds and sharing sundaes. To as far as a tank of gas can take us. To where paved roads and rules end and freedom reigns. To where every moment is a new memory and every second counts. To where I can love and be loved in return. To where we can grow old together, and laugh while our hair turns grey. But that’s not what you’re asking, is it? You don’t realize how many ways I wish I could answer that question. So I’ll keep it to myself… and wait. One day you’ll see, Dean Winchester. One day you’ll understand. One day you’ll know without asking… I’d go anywhere, as long as it’s with you.