It scares me, the way Dean puts other people ahead of himself. The demons keep treating it like a weakness, using it as a crack into his soul.

But every time they do that, he just comes back stronger. I think the demons have him pegged all wrong. What they keep trying to use against him - it's not his weakness. It's the strongest part of him. The best part of him. And they can't UNDERSTAND that. Demons don't love. To them, it's just a flaw they think they can exploit.

But it's more than that.

Crazy but true - that selfish bastard lying there in that stupid hospital bed is the most fucking selfless person I've ever met, and it's going to get him killed one of these days. Hell, in a way it already did, when he made that deal to bring me back. But I'm going to fix that if it's the last thing I do. You moved heaven and earth - and hell - to get me back, Dean. The demon didn't expect you to do that, because they don't understand that. They don't GET it.

It isn't what makes us weak. It's what makes us strong. It's why we can win, even though they're so much more powerful than we are. And we're going to win this one.

You just need to live long enough. You hear me, Dean?

You better make it. 'Cause we're going to win.

(Love you. Dumbass.)