(( This is a fanfic I just started, and I'm going to try to update it as often as possible! It takes place during the time between the finale of season five and the beginning of season six. It's going to be pretty slow because it's Dean writing to Sam in a journal about what he's done during the year.
Enjoy! ))
Days go by, and I still wonder where you are. What are you doing? Are you happy? You're probably not, since you're stuck in the cage with those two jerks. I remember when we used to hunt together, drive across the country together. I miss you, Sammy. I miss you so much. I know I might sound a bit stupid for writing this journal, but I feel that I need to. When you – I mean, if you come back, I'm going to probably burn this, but until then I'll keep on writing.
I hope you haven't forgotten about me, because I haven't forgotten about you. I sound so stupid right now, Sammy. I know you don't know what I'm writing right now, but if you did, you'd probably make fun of me. Sometimes I wish I could hunt again, but I made a promise to you. I made a promise to live a normal, apple pie life.
I mean, I'm very happy about where I am. You making me promise to do this . . . It really isn't so bad. I thought I'd hate it at first, since I'm so used to doing what I want, when I want. But now . . . Now I can't do anything like that. I'm not complaining, I'm just saying it's different from what I'm used to.