He's sleeping deep on a New Mexico highway, dreaming of swirling cold-colored lights and girlish giggles over a steady drum beat: bum bum da-dum, bum bum—you get the idea.

sahdasdsadja you had me at 'hello'. damn.

The first time Dean thinks he fell in love, it was with a ghost.

oh, yes yes yes. this is just so full of empty space and smoke. it's suffocating, in the best possible way.