October 28th, 2005

I figure I should make a journal, like dad does. Maybe it'll take a load off some other hunter's back when I'm gone.

Just got a voicemail from dad. There's a hiss in the background, and I'm finally done with the voodoo case. I fucking hate witches. It's been three weeks and this is all I got, so I'll see how the EVP goes when I run it through a gold wave. The voicemail itself sounds bone-chilling, but no more than usual I guess. The EVP sounds like somethin straight outta White Noise.

The voicemail says: "Dean, something is starting to happen. I think it's serious. I need to try to figure out what's going on. Be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger."

October 29th

No clue where dad is. I've called him over and over and it goes straight to voicemail. If the guy doesn't even have his phone on I know somethings gotta be really wrong.

Ran the ghost hiss through EVP. It flattens down to a creepy chick saying "I can never go home." Dad was on a hunt in Jericho, California. Bunch of dudes were getting kidnapped and it happened before. I'm gonna go down there to check, but I don't wanna do somethin like that alone. I think I'm gonna stop by Stanford and ask Sammy for a favor. The kid better not throw a tantrum, he already did plenty a couple years ago.

CASE FILE: Jericho, California. Guys keep going missing on the same 5-mile stretch of road, most recently a dude went MIA a month ago. Left his car behind. There was another one way back in April and ones in '04, '03, '98, '92. There were ten of them in 20 years, dad followed the hunch something was going on.

October 30th

Went to get Sam. The kid's got almost a normal life, hot girlfriend, scholarship... he's about as close to the white picket fence as any of us could get. Snuck in his window cause I couldn't get in the dorm area without a key and that was faster than ringing in. He's rusty.

He told me he'd come help find dad but he had to come back Monday. Sammy's gonna be a lawyer, always knew he would get a smartass job. Smartass job for a smartass kid. Plus, he already got tons of court practice with his Dad vs Sammy sparring matches. Wish his sparring was as interesting as Godzilla vs Mothra. Damn, what a great movie.

October 31st

Drove all night and morning. Sammy thinks he's all high and mighty now that he's a college boy, says his name ain't Sammy anymore and my music ain't good. Bitch is wrong, as usual. We don't know if dad is here yet, but he's not at the hospital or morgue, so guess we have to keep looking.

We found a bridge where the dude went missing. Tried to talk to the police, they're all dumb asshats and Sammy stomped on my foot for actin like it. Escaped before FBI agents caught us. I'm not letting Mulder and Scully throw off our hunt.

The guy's name was Troy, we met with his girlfriend Amy and her pal. Thankfully, they weren't as thick as their eyeliner. Told us about a local legend about a ghost hitchhiker. I'm kinda excited, it's a classic ghost story comin too life. Who knows, maybe Bloody Mary's real too.

We found a story about a Constance Welch, girl who's kids were offed. She went off to gank herself by taking a swan dive into the river. Going to visit the bridge. Guess we're gonna play out the hunt and hope we catch dad on the way. Maybe he's being held captive by the bitch, but that's not her MO.

The bitch showed up, turned on my car. Almost crashed it, what a bitch. My car! Couldn't she have just possessed Sammy or somethin? It'd be better. I fell into the river and now I smell like shit.

Sam talked shit about mom.

I wish Sammy would come back. Sure, he and dad yelled more than they talked, but Sam owes it to us. He's one of us, he's got a responsibility. He's a fucking Winchester. We're his goddamn family, dammit. I don't wanna kill the son of a bitch that killed mom without him. It ain't just about dad, this is what we gotta do. It's what Sam's gotta do. Even if he did get that normal, apple pie life, his past would come back to bite him in the ass.

November 1st

Turns out Dad got a room for a month at the hotel. It's full of wrappers and all the crap he collects, but he hasn't been here for at least a couple days. He had protective charms everywhere, salt... somethin bigger than a ghost must've been after him. He had info on the wall, figured it out. The Constance bitch is a woman in white.

MONSTER FACTS: Woman in White/Weeping Woman. Girl ganks her own kids and then herself. Just like any other ghost, but kills dudes who can't keep their dicks to themselves. Kill it by burning the corpse.

Went out to get a bite to eat and the asshat police caught me. Sammy made it out. They caught my Nugent reference, which was good cause he can riff his ass off, bad because they didn't believe me. I could use some Motor City Madness right now. Sam got me out and visited the dead gal's husband.

Sammy (almost) had a fling with the crazy chick in white, I caught up with him. Got him out alive and the bitch's own children killed her. We had to crash my car into the house, poor baby. Good thing that bitch is dead, I'd kill her with my bare hands otherwise, ghost or not.

The police had dad's journal. Dad never leaves that thing anywhere, doesn't even take it out of his jacket. Something's seriously wrong if he's leavin it with the badged asshats. There were coordinates, which means we know where to go next. I don't understand why he can't just write the place's goddamn name, finding a spot shouldn't take hours of GPS tracking.

November 2nd

It's 3 AM. Guess Sammy's stuck with me whether he likes it or not.

Jess is dead.