There’s not even a difference of 3 years between these visits, but everything about Dean is different; from the way he wears his father’s jacket to the way he smiles. His shoulders are lower, beaten down from years upon years of torture. Gone is the cocky front and flirtatious grins. In its place is broken humility and raw honesty. He’s changed from the confident guy with one thing to die for to a mutilated man with nothing to live for.

so true