Dean:
Sammy's smile, angel's wings. These are things I remember. And 'Hey Jude' mom would sing. Once upon a November. Mom would hold me hugs goodnight, and my dad would make me take flight. Smiles and laughter all carefree. Oh I was so naive.
John:
Dean get back to the hunt! Stop living inside you're head! We still have that thing to kill, don't you care that your mothers' dead?
Sam:
Dad leave him the hell alone! Do you think that he doesn't know?
Dean:
Birthday cakes and baby bros. Dad would bring home a single rose. Mom would blush and kiss his cheek. Oh I was so naive.
All:
Now it's gone, burned away. Lost within the demon's flames. Mom, home, and Sammy too. Hunting's all that remains.
Dean:
And 'Hey Jude' mom would sing. Once upon a November.
Do you guys like it? No? Oh okay Imma go in the corner...
Goodbye, my crazies!
