CrossedInk
When I told Bobby that I wanted to be a hunter, of course he thought I was insane. I mean I was a scrawny 15 year old, sitting in his passenger seat, covered in blood and declaring that I wanted to live a long lonely life of killing monsters.
Yeah, Insane definitely fits the bill.
Especially, since almost 9 years have passed and I'm doing just that. Well,... For the most part anyway. After meeting the Winchesters, I can safely say my life is anything but lonely. Unfortunately, that doesn't necessarily mean it'll be long either.