This little ditty wouldn't leave me alone - had to add a Sam POV.

Happy Birthday Mainegirlwrites

I got in … still can't believe it … I got in.

Means I can get out; get away from Dad and vampires and werewolves and every other fricking thing that goes bump in the night.

Means I can live a normal life. No more digging up graveyards in the middle of the night; no more competing with Dean as to how fast we can hit six feet.

And suddenly I remember; suddenly it's like being hit in the face with ice cold water. Dean … what about Dean? How do I tell him? How do I leave him behind?