Home isn’t four walls and a roof, but four doors and a hood.
Home isn’t a nice bed with crisp clean sheets, but a cramped backseat.
Home isn’t the smell of fresh baked cookies, but the smell of worn leather and fast food.
Home doesn’t have a family room and foyer, but a doomed Army man and rattling legos.
Home doesn’t have blue shutters and perfect white walls, but squeaky doors and glossy black paint.
Home isn’t quiet and relaxing, but blares Led Zeppelin and AC/DC at any given moment.
Home doesn’t have a street address, but it’s always on the road and KAZ 2Y5 is good enough.
Home doesn’t stay in one place forever, but it travels from coast to coast.
Home has four wheels and was born in 1967.
Home saved the world once
Home will forever be Home.
Sorry to hijack this beautiful post but it just so accurately sums up why I originally fell in love with Supernatural. I’ve moved around a lot in my lifetime as a kid and as an adult. I have family on both coasts and I have driven or taken this bus from coast to coast 3 times. This little show that could has been one constant in the last nine years of my life so even though it’s not what it once was I will always love it.