I am an un-biased shoulder to cry on, a fierce protector, a defender of the weak. I am also telling a story about two boys. Sam and Dean Winchester. Oh boy, are you in for a story. The story of how I died,(twice) and came back(three times), and saw them AGAIN.

They both knew it. She had to grow up sometime...

Nico's three days in the infirmary lead to a bit more than some bandages... (I suck at summaries. Sorry)

The exact events of the evening of October 31st, 1981. (Warning, It's a bit sad {duh} and The end might not be as good because writing this was really difficult)