Meh. I don't like this one as much as the last one. Too repetitive?

There was a night. And on that night he died the most painful kind of death imaginable. The kind of pain that can only come from living to see tomorrow.
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He'd like to think his sons are what keep him going. The day after. The next night. The next day. But most days revenge is the only thing that prevents him from putting a bullet in his brain. So he went to Missouri and learned the truth. Now, he doesn't think about shooting himself. He just pours each shot down his throat and lets it burn all the way down. Burning. Even with a mind numbed by alcohol and exhaustion, it always comes back to that. Burning.
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He'd like to think justice is what keeps him going. The day after. The next night. The next day. But deep down he knows it's vengeance. The same thing his dad's been chasing all these years. For the first time in his life, he wants to hunt. But not these ghosts and legends that strangle him and toss him around until Dean burns all the right things with salt. Burning. Even with a mind numbed by fury and exhaustion, it always comes back to that. Burning.
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He'd like to think his mother is what keeps him going. The day after. The next night. The next day. But instead it's a father who can barely keep going himself. And the mission he was given. The life that was placed in his arms and all the lives that came after. He loves his mother. He wants to find the thing that killed her and destroy it. And he wants to destroy every monster that ever took away a mommy or a daddy. A sister or a brother. He burns to destroy them all. Burning. Even with a mind numbed by duty and exhaustion, it always comes back to that. Burning.

Because it goes without saying, but must be said:

I am thankful for Babs Bunny.