A good man once told me family don’t end in blood. It’s the people who are there for you, love you anyway, no matter what.

[ Killing Dick would never bring Bobby back, and if hadn’t really even felt that good. Purgatory or not, Bobby was gone and there wasn’t a damn thing Dean could do to bring the man that was more a father to him than his old man ever was. ]

Maybe we gotta go medieval. Consummate. [ he’s joking, but one has to wonder. ]