postmodernmulticoloredcloak:

Hey, Dad. It’s Sam. Uh… you probably won’t even get this, but, uh… it’s Dean. He’s sick, and, uh… the doctors say there’s nothing they can do. Um… but, uh, they don’t know the things we know, right? So, don’t worry, ‘cause I’m, uh… gonna do whatever it takes to get him better. Alright… just wanted you to know.

Call you? Are you kidding me? Dad, I called you from Lawrence, all right? Sam called you when I was dying! I mean, getting you on the phone? I got a better chance of winning the lottery.

I guess my point is that… if I don’t make it… the stuff I’d miss… it wouldn’t be things like Tahiti. Or the Taj Mahal. I’d miss more time with you. I’m getting that life isn’t all these big, amazing moments. It’s time together that matters. Like this.
Well, who’d have thought hanging out with me would make you sentimental?
I’ve had a good life, Dean.

:)))