I can't fucking have this much love and this much pain and and this much because my fucking heart cannot take this show. I can't. I can't love something this much, but I do. So much pain and sacrifice and loss and bone-aching love, culminated over the centuries in all sorts of literature and media, but this. fucking. show. I have no words to properly describe why and how, so I won't, and instead just keep on bawling and moaning and wishing like fuck I could at least have someone with me who gets it.

WORD. OKAY. SERIOUSLY, TO ALL OF THAT? JUST COMPLETE AGREEMENT. I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW I CAN LOVE THIS SHOW SO FUCKING MUCH THAT IT HURTS.

Someone suggested the theory that Dean makes a deal with the YED for Sam.

I totally thought the exact same thing while I was listening in on the episode on my cell phone. Because that would SO be something that Dean would do. For Sam, he'd do it.