Sam,
I've been a dick a lot this year. I've tried to make up for it, spent a lot of time giving you advice and trying to be the people you've lost so things suck less. I know it doesn't work sometimes, but I gotta try. I hope that's okay. Thing is, what scares me most right now I guess is who is gonna boss you around when I'm not here. So I'm gonna ( Read more... )

Dean,
I found it. I'm not going to think about what else you probably did when you found that folder. Those are mine, dammit. We'll go ahead and get you a laptop.
Sam

Dad's Journal

John Winchester
b. December 24, 1954
d. November 4, 2006

Dean Winchester
b. January 24, 1978
d. May 2, 2008

Sam Winchester
b. May 2, 1983
d. May 2, 2007

Day 132.

Sam,

To answer that question of yours from a long time ago. You know, the one I didn't have the answer to. I'm pretty sure now that when you died, you didn't go to Hell. Because you'd remember it.

-Dean

Some numbers on a day that don't end in Y. Around 276 ( Read more... )

Sam,
They don't have coffee here. This sucks royal ass. I haven't seen Ruby in months. This new dude should have at least taken me to dinner first.
-Dean

712. You know, it's like one of those carnival fun house mirror joints but without the candy or the fun, and there's this really faint, butt-cringe inducing music that's so faint you can barely hear it. That's when you know to start gettin' scared. There's something coming. Like Jaws. Only toothless ( Read more... )

Day 729.

Heyah Sam.
It all leads down the same path eventually. 'Cause I don't care how proud a man you are, when they come at you, you will cry like a girl. To blank out just invites this new kind of emptiness that's far from bein' a good thing. It's like a black hole. It's just begging to be filled with I don't even know what. If I keep thinkin' of ( Read more... )

Hey, Dean ( Read more... )

I don't even know.
Sam, I never stop being scared here. But, Dad said it was okay to be scared, remember? I know it's a good thing. I'm tryin to hold onto that. It's easier than other times when I can hear them in the other room and they're flaying the guy or the thing or whatever next to me and all I can think about is how I'm glad it's not me. I ( Read more... )