The sound of the soles of her boots scuffle in the loose grit, salt and sand left on the porch. Each time she shifts her feet she feels the scrape, hears the sound it makes against the distressed wood...she could've thought to do, even went looking for Lilith. It didn't matter anymore. Four months, was four months and if Sam couldn't sort it out? What the hell was she going to be able to pull off

Can you recall what we once knew? Somewhere without the pain I feel afraid now But not alone We will meet again I can't hear your voice But you know I feel your soul The town itself has been vacated...to think if he knew she would've been there for him... if he'd only asked. Trying to imagine that if by some miracle Hell doesn't want to keep Dean Winchester... that she'd find him once and for all.