Some Dean/Cas poetry

[thoughtsickles]

Your Number One Station

I would just like to knowWhen it is you're coming home
Wherever that may be
For me/for us
/for you
(do I ever get tired of hearing your voice)

I would just like to pick up the phone
For once
And hear on the other end
Not the screech of tires on asphalt
Not the ding of a gas station door
But somewhere that I can imagine
Is green/is breezy/is calm
/is not a place you drive through
Without stopping