Ha, me! All my cousins are boys besides two on my mom's side, but I didn't always get along with the one closest to my age until recently so I was always with the boys when growing up. So I got dirty, got bruised and bloody, played football, and many other things. I loved it! Miss being a carefree child dearly!
I wish my mother, who has completely given up on life, would realize this. I am certain that the only reason she hasn't killed herself yet is because she's afraid of the consequences on the other side. She doesn't want to be here any more. Not for me, not for my brother, not for her grandkids, not for my dad. It'd be easier to die than to try. And that ticks me off.
They never did skimp on the blood, but seeing this just...yeah. There is nothing pretty about being a hunter. Remember in "Changing Channels" when Sam was going to stitch Dean up and he said he needed dental floss and whiskey? I now want to learn to do "meatball" surgery using those tools. Not good.