Once upon a time, Dean Winchester was a normal little boy. Then the war came and he was dragged onto the battlefield to serve in the trenches with a father so desparate to defeat the enemy, he sacrificed his own son.
“The muffled drum’s sad roll has beat, The soldier’s last tattoo;
No more on Life’s parade shall meet, The brave and fallen few.
On Fame’s eternal camping-ground, Their silent tents are spread,
And glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead.” -Theodore O’Hara
Author: Ridley C. James
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