The Diary Of Dean Winchester
By: Marri Mejia
October 31st, 2005
Dean, I left this book here for you. I figured that you should write everything down because you don't like to talk about your feelings. I even promise I won't look in here. I just thought you'd like this. Keep a record of everything, you know?
-Sammy
November 1st, 2005
Okay, let's get something straight. I'm only doing this because my brother thought it would be a good idea. God, Sammy! I don't need a stupid journal. (No, it isn't a diary. I'm not some little girl.) But... I might as well take advantage of it, right? One day I'm not gonna be here, and if I do ever have kids or a wife, they can see this and look back on how crazy I was.
Our trip just started yesterday. You see, my father John Winchester went on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in three weeks. I needed help, so I went to my brother, Sam, to ask if he wanted to come. He was asleep, obviously. So I looked for a beer. We started fighting, and I met his girlfriend, Jess. God, she was so hot. Blonde hair, perfect body. Tan, too. She was wearing the smurfs shirt and this really tight pair of panties. If Sammy wasn't right there...
Anyways, we're on the road right now. Sam is driving. I own a Chevy '67 Impala. Black. It's my baby. I swear, I wouldn't ever let Sam drive... but I'm tired.
We're going to a place called Jericho, California. That's where Dad was picking up a case. I hope he's okay.
Nov 2, 2005
We asked around town today. Apparently, Dad was working a case here. Had rented out a room in the motel for a whole month. He found the same article that Sam and I did, and he left his journal here. As soon as we pack, we're heading out to Black Water Ridge. There's literally nothing there, but Dad says go so we'll go. It's obvious he isn't here anyways.
Oh, Sam isn't coming with me. I forgot to mention, Sam's going to law school, or at least, he wants to. I'm glad he has a good future ahead of him. I just... I don't want the stress of hunting on his shoulders, and he IS a Winchester... Eventually, something's going to happen. I hate the feeling that I can't always be there for him like I used to be. I'm just glad he turned out okay.
We found out that the entity we were dealing with was a Woman In White. Basically, her husband cheated on her and in a moment of temporary insanity, she killed her children. Realizing what she had done, she jumped off a bridge, thus becoming a spirit. An angry one at that. Sam almost wrecked my car getting rid of her.
We're close to Sam's house, so this will be the last time I see him for a while. Maybe this journal thing isn't a bad idea.
November 3rd, 2005
Jess died. Sam's girlfriend died the same way Mom did 22 years ago. Same day, everything. I wish I had answers for him. I can see he's troubled. He's having nightmares. I want to comfort him, to tell him it'll be okay, but I can't. He's so set on revenge now. I just... I couldn't be there for him, once again. I'm a terrible brother.
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