“Uncle Sammy can I ask you something?” You ask.
Sam looks up from his laptop and kindly smiles, “Sure. . .”
“Daddy won't tell me anything about my Mommy. . . How come I don't have one?”
Sam swallowed hard. Shutting his laptop, he picked you up and placed you in his lap. “Well . . . I really don't know anything. That's something you talk about with him.”
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“What am I supposed to tell her Sam, that her mom died in a car accident cause we weren't looking out for her when we were supposed to?” Dean practically shouted, pacing up and down the motel room.
“I think you should tell her the truth. . . But not like that.” Sam said.
“And how do you tell a five year old girl that?” Dean stopped pacing long enough to glare angrily at his brother.
Sam sighed, “Look, tell her, don't tell her. I just think the l
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