"Because I felt you deserved to hear this face to face," he sighed softly, pushing himself to his feet and wiping at his face a bit. "And I wanted to tell you that I'm getting out."

He sighed shifting to lean back against the wall. "That was the other part of the promise. I get out, live a normal life. I've got a girl in Indiana who doesn't think I'm too much of a moron, so I'm gonna head out there -- and you got the number if you need it, but as for being an active hunter -- I'm not."

He swallowed again, before running a hand over his face. "But I'm serious, Faith -- if you need someone to watch your back, call. Sam obviously cared enough about you to write you a friggin' letter, so I figured another thing I could do is make sure you don't get yourself killed."