I love my brothers.

I do, I would do anything for them.

There was nothing I wouldn't do for them.

I'd kill myself.

I'd kill my best friend.

I'd rape an innocent bystander.

I'd let myself be raped.

All for my brothers.

My brothers are my life.

I left my good life of working and living in my own little house down the street of an awesome pool for them.

My dad is dead.

Yeah, no, I'm not sad.

If Dean or Sam had died, I'd be bawling my eyes out.

Do you understand now?

Do you?

I love my brothers.

Everyone else can go fuck themeselves.

I love my brothers.

They're the only ones who register in my mind at the word Love.

But I don't love them exactly the way you'd think.

No.

I love them mor the... the incestious way.

I love them.

I want to have sex with them.

I wanna marry them.

God damn, my brain is wrong.

But it's just so right, you know?

So wrong, yet so right.

Well, I better tell you my story.

Starting with the day I found out our dad was dead.

The day my bros came a-knockin'.