Dean Winchester | Sam Winchester

You were a little girl when your own mother killed you, trying to protect you from something terrible. So you became a guardian—a ghostly entity that could be summoned for protection. But you were considered weak, and no one called upon you. Until one day, the Winchester father called upon you to guard his sons.
For twenty-two years, you were by my side. Invisible, but always on guard. You deflected bullets, led monsters away, sheltered me in my sleep. Most of all, you loved Dean—his smile, his beating heart.
But my strength was running out.
After another battle, you felt you couldn't hide any longer. The world began to blur, and you emerged from thin air like fog. Sam was the first to notice you:
— What... who are you?
“I am the keeper,” you whispered. “Yours.”
Dean pulled out his gun:
— Guardian? Since when?
— Since your father called me. Twenty-two years. I've been covering for you.
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