"I couldn't just want a simple life, with orders and kids?"

Asks the girl who just ran the Order Meeting.


Trying for the millionthe time to picture it.
That so very different life, she questioned here.

Except it's tangled in her head with other memories now.
Dean's smile. Tripping alarms. And stealing half a bed.
Hardly asking, because the asking always took too long.


Like stealing a life then. And never asking.
And never knowing how to once it was gone.