The two of them are breaking my heart. The small interlude of intimacy and respite before this hopeless quest finishes was so bittersweet. It's like finding a wildflower growing through a concrete crack in a decrepit and destroyed old neighborhood.

It makes total sense to think that Dean was sexually abused while in Hell, and he fell so fast back under that influence. What is that place, an extrusion of Hell into our world?

So bleak has the world become, but even if/when they die on this hopeless quest, so outmatched as they are, their efforts being a last tragic, desperate attempt to make things right, and that is so essentially the best part of being human and I love them for it.

Laurie