My Winchester

I met him forever ago. Or at least, that's what it feels like. He literally ruined my life.

And not in the cutesy, romanticy, way either.

Because after they left, everybody in my family was killed. Everybody I had ever loved, laughed with, knew, they all died.

So I blamed it on them.

And I hunted them down and forced them to teach me everything they know, and help me kill the creep who killed my family.

***Warning: I wrote this fic in middle school, so you can only imagine the angst and writing mistakes. Proceed with caution, lol.