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This is the story of me and my family. Throughout the years, you would all come to realize that family doesn’t end in blood. Family is made up of the people who have your back through all the shit that life throws at you. It is made of the people who prevent you from taking your own life because life is shit and you can’t take it anymore. You would realize this after taking on multiple apocalipsis, leviathans, and a bunch of other things. You would realize this while sitting around, talking with your brothers and their angel and his adopted son, the nephilim. But this is not the story of that. This is the story of what happened and all of the events that led up to this moment. My name is Grayson Winchester and this is my story.
You and your twin were about four years old when your life changed forever. Then six months later, your life changed again. You were about four when you and your brother found out that you would have a younger brother. His name was Samuel, but you and Dean called him Sam, and you were so excited that you would be a big sister. Then, on the night of his six month birthday, your mom burned on his ceiling. Your father ran to wake you and Dean, and handed you Sam, while telling you all to run and not look back. You did, while also wondering what could be going on. When you, Dean, and Sammy had gotten far enough away from the house, you all turned around to look. You couldn’t see your father at all. “Daddy!” you screamed as loud as you could, while also being careful to not scream in Sammy’s ears. All you could feel was the heat from the fire, and the desperation of not being able to see your father.
Then he was there, grabbing you and Dean, while also making sure to not hurt Sam. As he carried you to the Impala, you kept looking back at the house, wondering what was going to happen and what you guys were going to do.