Oh man. Okay, I know the point is that the music is supposed to be really loud in this piece, but as I opened the tab, iTunes randomly started playing Amsterdam, by Coldplay, which has managed to totally change, and totally reinforce, my reading of this story.

Because this is all about peace and home and memory, and driving forever. It just so happens that I do that through Coldplay, apparently, and of course the Winchesters do this through hard rock...

John prefers driving at night, when the world narrows to outside, what he can see in his headlights; and inside, what glows with the reflection of the display on the dash and the radio... Yeah. So much love.