(Source: paulyteeth, via -mysticfalls)

When you were little, couldn’t have been more than five, you just started asking questions. How come we didn’t have a mom? Why did we always have to move around? Where’s Dad? I remember I begged you: “Quit asking, Sammy. You don’t want to know.” I just wanted you to be a kid, just for a little while longer. Always tried to protect you. Keep you safe. Dad didn’t even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It’s like I had one job. I had one job, and I screwed it up. I blew it, and for that, I’m sorry. I guess that’s what I do. I let down the people I love. You know, I let Dad down, and now I guess I’m just supposed to let you down, too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that? What am I supposed to do? Sammy? What am I supposed to do?

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(Source: innerflame)

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#And even in the face of the hellhounds. Lilith. and the firey pits of hell themselves. Dean still put on a brave face for his little brother. The last desperate plea of a dying man: Please be okay without me.

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