A fumbling at the door made me hide the leather-covered book under the pillow and I scampered to the couch just as Dean came through he door.
'Brought some snacks, Sammy,' he said, throwing a bag of chips onto the ratty couch.
I studied him. He looked like the Dean I'd always known, my big brother, yet now that I'd read dad's journal, many things Dean had done for me since I was old enough to remember, took on a different light.
I'd always railed at how hyper-protective he was of me, accompanying me to school, never wanting me to walk home on my own, always vigil.
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Often, I'd catch him and dad whispering together. Dean would never tell me what they'd been talking about as if their conversations were some big secret.
Even though I was only a kid, I wasn't stupid, something was going on in my family, and if what I'd seen in the journal was true, a part of me didn't even want to know.
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When Dean did unwillingly admit the truth, trying to sweeten it as best he could, the miserable world we lived in collapsed around me. Dad killed monsters for a living!
I stared at my big brother just before tears filled my eyes. Was that our destiny too?
The question was silent, mute, but in Dean's sorrowful eyes, I saw the answer. Yes, it was.