For people who's entire lives are about saving others, the Winchester brothers are in desperate need of their own saving.

They kill a vampire, saving a young family. Ignore the way Dean dies a little inside when Sam receives an almost e bite in the process.

They save a group of teenagers from a poltergeist at their school but Sam doesn't sleep for a week because of nightmares.

They live with ghosts and nightmares as commonplace as lunch and dinner for normal families. But they ignore them in favoring of saving the rest of the world.

They ignore the way their heart aches when they save a child from a werewolf and his mother hugs him tightly to her chest. They ignore the way their stomachs clench when they see a family mourning their house that burnt down due to a possessed man.

They ignore the anguish of losing their father.

They ignore the pain of never having a mother.

They ignore the bitterness of knowing their love will condemn them.

They move from small town to big city, country to desert, losing more and more of themselves after each hunt. Even after each cut and bruise has healed…they're still left with their own demons.