A/N: this is a really weird, quite dark fic I wrote a while back. It's not in my usual style and I'm really not sure about it. Please review. I want to know what you guys think. The deaths only go to season 6 and don't include every death.
Bobby says family don't end with blood. Blood ends with family though. Peculiar that such a simple liquid is so important.
A white night gowns are stained red then turn to ash.
A healthy body slumps and falls.
Knives make wounds in scarred backs.
Sharp teeth and claws make guts glisten and crimson pools scatter around my body.
Family don't end with blood so the deaths go on.
Bars burn to the ground taking flesh with them.
Heavenly hands tear apart grace and vessel alike.
Self built bombs explode dramatically.
Wounds to the stomach from one you called a friend.
Family don't end with blood. Sometimes I wish it did. Maybe then, the deaths of my non blood related family wouldn't hurt so much. Maybe then I wouldn't feel so guilty. Maybe then I wouldn't fell so responsible.
Bobby meant it as a blessing but maybe it's more of a curse. For better or worse, family don't end with blood.