Here’s what I wish I could say to Dean—Your brother’s too young to understand any of this, but you’re beginning to. And that scares me. Since your mother died, I’ve seen unspeakable things, and now you’ve seen them and that’s my fault. I feel the darkness of the road I’m traveling on now. It’s not a place for you.
If only, poor Dean and Sam should've had a chance at the life Mary wanted for them.
