A frigging video game That's what their lives resembled.
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Choose the right weapon, kill the fugly, then up a level to monsters ever more powerful,
From a simple salt and burn to shape-shifters, werewolves, vampires, demons, angels, knights of Hell and even God's sister.
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Dean let out a weary sigh.
They were only human, even if continued resurrections, deals with reapers and Death himself kinda negated that
Sammy had always tried for normal, but it had never been within his reach, he'd accepted that now, even embraced it.
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Glancing over at his sleeping brother, Dean felt a surge of love; Sam was, had been and always would be the best thing in his life.
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'Driving down crazy street next to you?' Yeah, frigging, yeah! The Impala's engine roared her assent as Dean gave her gas!
