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Dear Dean Winchester, At age four, you were raised a man. You were sent to a precarious frontline, preparing for battle.At age four, not only were you a brother, but you became a father and mother.  At age ten, you were given a gunAnd was told to
I see your body beside mine.  Frail and growing pale. We were brothers, hunting demons.  Now that Lucifer has killed you, it rains red in my heart. Sammy boy,  it isn't the same
Lights flashingMechanics whirringThe Doctor's come at last Time passingColors blurringThe Doctor's coming fast
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