Ah, thank you, lovely. So much of this is bleak and desperate, but somehow the glassed-in porch in the wintry landscape makes for an almost cosy touch amid the bleak. And there's always the hope that settling somewhere peaceful for Sam's sake will give Dean a chance to rest and heal as well.

And how much do I love your obsession with giving Sam breathing issues? Ask for bronchitis, and I get pneumonia with pulmonary scarring. Sam's lungs are going to get out a restraining order against you some day.