dudeimbatman: (FML Seriously)
So I was a dick the other day over my Mom. [Note this is a statement. Not so much an apology]

There's a tape in the Impala that's never been opened. It's Led Zeppelin "Stairway to Heaven". It's sort of Mom's song. [And that's his way of saying touchy subject. Sorry]

I really want to shoot the City in the face.
dudeimbatman: (thinky face)
[The device is sitting on an end table and it shows Dean snuggled up with his arms around a tiny blonde. Both the blonde and Dean are clothed. In fact he's taken to sleeping in sweats.]

Dean, Sweetheart, it's time to wake up.

[Dean snuffles a bit, yawns and untangles himself from the blonde but he doesn't sit up just yet. He's used to being awoken by dreams]

Sweetheart, you're going to miss it if you don't wake up. I'll have to return without seeing you.

[That makes too much sense for him to ignore so he sits up, scrubbing his face with both hands as he gets off the bed and pads over to the window.]

Mom?

[His voice is quiet. He doesn't want to wake up the blonde]

Just out here, Sweetie. Hurry

[Dean slides open the window, leaning out to look for the source of the voice. He knows this voice. He's heard it in his dreams so many times; heard it in the past; heard it in Heaven and now he's heard it here]

Mom...I can't--where are you?

Just here, Dean. Lean out a bit further

[And he does, fingers curling tight on the sill]

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