... I worked in a bar. You kept coming in. And then one day you showed up, kinda frantic, rushed... said you wanted to marry me. I packed two bags, tossed 'em in the back of the Impala and didn't look back.
We drove overnight to Vegas. Two days later, you told me about the deal you'd made to save Sam's life. About how you were going to go to hell. And six months later... you did.