Adopted by the.... the Winchesters

Man With the Tattoos

I tremble as I feel blood trickle down my face, crying my mom. Of course she hates me, she never cared about me.

There is the needle inside of my vein, taking my blood into a sack.

I hear footsteps approach and I cry.

It's the man with the tattoos.

He runs his thumb along my cheek, until I fall into a deep slumber. But not before a bright light engulfs me, before I fall into darkness.