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Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #30
Today, Dean iced three military trained demons only by using Ruby’s knife and a good dose of badass attitude, Abaddon is miraculously back into shape and is now claiming the throne of Hell, Kevin Solo, formerly Tran, blackmailed a soldier after hacking her personal computer, Crowley discovered the virtues of isolation and mediation according to the Winchesters, and we saved a fellow hunter from a certain death.
No big deal, a day at the office.
The first contact with Tracy, the hunter we rescued, was difficult, for me at least. It’s been more than five years now but whatever I do, I’ll always be for my peers “Sam Winchester-the-boy-who-freed-Lucifer-from-Hell”. I learned to live with it. I guess it’s like a scar you forgot about but from time to time, when you least expect it, the pain reminds you it’s there. I’m not denying all the crap I did or want to put it under a rug as if nothing happened but I’m also learning to let the guilt go away and to concentrate on what is really important: family, friends, our “mission” or whatever the hell you can call saving the world whenever it needs us.
Talking about family, Kevin is playing video games on his computer (or hacking the Pentagon, who knows) and Dean is on the couch, wrapped up in a 1940’s silk bathrobe, snoring, loud like the engine of a 747 after drinking four, my bad, five full glasses of whiskey as if it was lemonade. He’ll certainly deny it later but I could hear him from the meeting room at the end of the hall. I haven’t seen him this peaceful in a long time, maybe it’s the sensation to feel safe, to feel home.
Unfortunately, I’m not really on the same page: it’ll take me some more time to consider this bunker as a home. It’s been much more like a workplace to me so far, a giant library where I can concentrate on my research, carrying on the legacy of the Men of Letters by archiving all the information I can about demons, angels or any other supernatural creatures. I have a room, that unlike Dean’s, isn’t decorated with a lot of personal belongings, an old family photo that survived the fire, a couple of books I collected over the years, but I still have problems seeing this place differently from an average motel room. A lot of my clothes are unpacked just in case I’d have to leave for good in a hurry. There’s a shotgun under my bed, three hex bags hidden behind furniture, and Ruby’s knife near my pillow. I don’t feel 100% safe.
I’m not losing hope, it will come one day. In time. But honestly, I can’t complain, I feel better than I have in forever. I am…fine, happy with my life which is a 180° turn considering what the situation was only a week ago. I know that it’s crazy out there with the angels falling and Abaddon planning to roast the entire planet but on a personal level, I’m good, surrounded by the people who are important to me and it’s more than I could hope for.
The picture would be perfect if Bobby was here, and Castiel too, of course. Dean keeps on saying Cas is a big boy but he checks on his phone every two minutes to see if he hasn’t missed a call. I don’t know what to think. On the one hand Castiel is one of the toughest warrior and war strategists I’ve ever met but on the other, I don’t know how he’s doing out there without his powers and with three quarters of Heaven on his tail. As Dean said, he can still call us if things get bad for him. We’ll go pick him up in a flash and help him if he’s in trouble.
Because that’s what friends and family are for.
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Just watched Catching Fire for the first time.
I cried about 13 times
holy fucking shit that was amazing.
i think this is my favorite gif of Dan.
i have never seen a picture that represented this entire show more than this.