Aug 04, 2008 18:51
We're making a lot of progress. Ruby says I'm learning more slowly than she would like. She pushes me, Dean, just like you used to do. She stands up to me, too.
It's hard work. I've never been this sore after a long day, but it's the best sore I've ever felt. We're sending demons back to hell and saving lives. No lengthy exorcisms, no spilled blood, no death. Most of the time, I can get them to talk and tell us what we want to know without hurting the person trapped inside.
Most of them promise to part you out bone first, skin you 99 ways from yesterday, or use your skull for a soup bowl if I send them back there. The first time it actually worked, I nursed a bottle of Kentucky bourbon for three days. I had to suck it up after that and remember that you'd want me to save as many people as I can, no matter what the consequences were for you. Now, I dare them to tell you that I sent them.
I like knowing that my death is going to mean something, too, now. Like yours.
from sam