April 23, 2039
Day 11,307 into immortality.
People are weak creatures of habit. Nobody really realizes how much they identify themselves by how they get up for the same thing every morning or how they look in the mirror or how it feels to brush their teeth on any given day... what a day even feels like. You forget what your favorite words were. You forget how to drive. You forget you had a car. You forget what a car is. And you wake up and it starts over. You become someone else. Not by choice. There is a choice in there somewhere, but I'm choosing not to choose what that is. Complacency can be a vicious mother heifer, but you gotta keep dreaming in the bed you made, huh? Yeah.
Hell is Hell without you in it. Man, if you were here, I mean really here, you wouldn't remember by now who I was or what life you led before or who I was or why you should even care. I have to believe you're not here. I don't think you're alive anymore. You couldn't possibly still be alive. You're You'd be what, almost 56, now? You'd be older than Dad was. None of us, no Winchester, makes it that long. Not alone. Bobby's gone, I'm sure. There's When everyone you love is dead and gone, there's nothing left to lose.
I hope you're in heaven, Sam. One of us should be and it should be you. I don't know.
-Dean
People are weak creatures of habit. Nobody really realizes how much they identify themselves by how they get up for the same thing every morning or how they look in the mirror or how it feels to brush their teeth on any given day... what a day even feels like. You forget what your favorite words were. You forget how to drive. You forget you had a car. You forget what a car is. And you wake up and it starts over. You become someone else. Not by choice. There is a choice in there somewhere, but I'm choosing not to choose what that is. Complacency can be a vicious mother heifer, but you gotta keep dreaming in the bed you made, huh? Yeah.
Hell is Hell without you in it. Man, if you were here, I mean really here, you wouldn't remember by now who I was or what life you led before or who I was or why you should even care. I have to believe you're not here. I don't think you're alive anymore. You couldn't possibly still be alive. You're You'd be what, almost 56, now? You'd be older than Dad was. None of us, no Winchester, makes it that long. Not alone. Bobby's gone, I'm sure. There's When everyone you love is dead and gone, there's nothing left to lose.
I hope you're in heaven, Sam. One of us should be and it should be you. I don't know.
-Dean