I have prayed to you for years. I never stopped. Then I watched the life leave your eyes as I stabbed a blade into your heart, over and over again. I couldn't feel anything. But the emotions flew back.
I've prayed to every angel Sam and I have ever met. Including God. They never answered like you did. You came when I called because you loved me.
Kansas screwed me over. My mom died here, Sam almost did the same night. Now we're living in a fucking bunker filled with a bunch of shit about demons and all these things that like to fucking kill people. We have a fucking dungeon instead of a basement. I can't take it here. I have to leave. I haven't been out of the state since I was in California and Sam's to scared to leave for a hunt. He keeps thinking I'll leave again or go insane and let myself die.
I fucking love you,