"If it's supernatural, we kill it."
Can you see why, while I can understand that attitude, I can't accept it?
I've always seen in shades of gray, but things just keep getting grayer.
I am the one with the freaky physic powers and the demonic connections.
I am the lightening rod for all things weird and wild.
Don't you see, Dean? I am supernatural. So where does that leave me?
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