"My Daddy shot your Daddy in the head." He curled his fingers in her hair and leaned in to pour warm poison into her ear.
Her eyes flashed in anger and when he went for the knife she had a moment to think. This was the life of a Hunter? This is how she would remember her father? Perhaps Mom was right. This family had lost enough.
Dean burst in, gun aimed at his brother. "Pull the trigger Dean, or I'll kill her." Sam raised the knife to strike.
This was the heart of a Hunter's family, death and despair.