This is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down and I'd like to take a minute just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became friends with the Winchester's. I tried.
Their names were Sam and Dean. They saved my life and I saved theirs. Although not in the way you would expect, it's a long story which I have the patience level to tell. Which is rare by the way, I have the patience level of a dog when it sees food on the floor. In case you don't have a dog, first of all you poor soul, second of all. it means my patience level in very low. It's as low as how many Oscar's Leonardo Dicaprio has won.
This is the introduction right? So I have an excuse to not be focused whatsoever? God I hope so. Question, how do we know what dinosaurs sounded like? I mean, it's a good question.
Anyway, Sam and Dean were pretty rad. Also sad, glad, mad...bad? Yeah, bad. Well they did kill people and such. There was that time where they said they went to prison. It didn't sound fun, at all. Why can't prison be like Orange is the New Black? I mean, I'd make friends there.
So I'm guessing this is the introduction where literally nothing happens so...I'll see you when my story actually begins.
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FanfictionThis is my story about the journey with the Winchester's.