У меня интеллектуальная травма от Невской битвы, так что я залечиваю раны проверенным средством

There's sand in their bed and outside the waves lick the shore, ceaselessly advancing and retreating, giving and taking, world without end. Tomorrow there's work to be done and a Siren to hunt. Tonight there's Dean and Sam and Sam and Dean and that's more than enough.