Family doesn’t end in blood, they said.
There was a boy, a prophet, with dreams of college and a normal life. His body lay lifeless on the bunker floor, eyes burnt out.
There was a girl with red hair and a shelf full of collectables. Dean called her the little sister he never had. Gutted in a bathtub, taken long before her time.
There was an angel in a dirty trenchcoat. Always happy to bleed for the Winchesters. He did. Many times. Never asking anything in return.
That’s the problem. When your family’s the Winchesters, family always ends in blood.
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