"Azazel, demon-blood, Hell, Apocalypse, Leviathans, the Mark, now Amara. And those are just the greatest hits. It'd take all day to list the rest," Sam sighed.
"Dean. Why us? Is there a target tattooed on our backs? Do the Fates get their asses up in the morning and throw a dart? Wherever it lands is our shit for the day. Hit the bull's-eye and we get the really catastrophic stuff."
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Dean caught his brother's agitated gaze. "Don't know, Sammy. Frigging' bad luck, I guess."
Not the best time to mention God's word 'chosen'.