Day 3 in prison. So far I have cleaned the inside of the impala, washed and waxed it by hand, cleaned every single piece of weapon we own, and researched enough stuff to wanna pull my hair out. Oh! Lets add that I have been doing a literature essay Sam gave me for the pass three hours ( Read more... )

I know I haven't been on here for a while, sorry. So much has happened. I never told anyone this-not even Sam, Dean, or Michael- but I made a deal with a demon. Six months ago today. It was selfish of me and I wish to hell that I didn't do it. I wanted Sammy to come home, so I knew that a demon named Stanton was at our school posing as a 17-year- ( Read more... )

I just had to face one of my fears and for what? Stitches? Why couldn't Dean just patch me up like dad would have told him to? Speaking of Dad, Dean called him telling dad that something was in our old house, and still nothing. He still won't come when his kids need him most ( Read more... )

It's happening again-- I am getting the visions back. I haven't told anyone about them... not even Michael. Last time it was seeing Jessica die, but I didn't know she was Sam's girlfriend. Now I'm seeing our old house, where Mom died. I wanna tell Sam and Dean but, what if they think I am a freak? If I tell Michael he might think I am a psychopath ( Read more... )

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