oh my god, dean, honey
laughing so hard my ribs hurt
SOMEBODY SHOW THAT TO MISHA PLEASE
I’ll always love you, Dad. Messed up or not. You gave your life for me. 100 years in hell, and you never broke. You screwed up a lot of shit, you screwed yourself up, you screwed us up, but I still hope you’ll understand. It’s time to let go.
Let go of the hate, the vengeance, the thing that let Azazel not just take Mom and poison Sammy, but poisoned you and cost us our childhoods and our innocence and a lot of blood and shit, the rest of our lives.
It’s time to let go of all that and close the gates on all your crazy, but maybe it’s not too late for everything. Maybe I can still keep the important things, like the legacy you never even knew you left us. You wanted to make me a good hunter. I’m the best in the goddamned world. You wanted me to fight for my family. I will. I’ll do whatever it takes to save them, not avenge them, not destroy them in the name of making them indestructable.
For Sammy, for the little sister you never got a chance to give me, for Garth, for Kevin, for Cas…whatever he is, he matters, whether you’d like a featherass halo freak in the family or not. Maybe even Benny if I get lucky. It’s my family now. Mine to protect. Mine to keep, not push away. Mine to finally save so they have a chance at the life I never did. It’s time to let go. And it’s time to hang on.
I love you. But I won’t be you.