"He did what he could. It wasn't easy on him. Any of it. Mom was the hunter, not him. He just couldn't cope."
But he loved them, Dean and Sam. He might've had a drinking problem sometimes, and he might've left Mary a time or two. But he always came back, and he always looked at Dean and Sam like they mattered.
One way or another.
From her parents.
"Oh. Good. The Infamous Winchesters." He grinned. He half-hoped her parents had part of the full story about them. Otherwise, he'd be lucky if she didn't shoot him.
"Let me ask you something," Dean said. He knew she didn't really wanna talk about her family, but tough shit. "Did you want to be a hunter?"