ghosts and clouds, and nameless things
squint your eyes and hope real hard
maybe sprout wings
You’re my friend.
You’re my mission.
Then finish it. Cause I’m with you till the end of the line.
Whatever happens tomorrow, you must promise me one thing. That you will stay who you are, not a perfect soldier, but a good man.
o’lord should know, when a Winchester goes, there will be hell to pay in heaven