The Personal Journal of Skye Winchester
As I try to find stories that might give some useful scrap of information to whomever may end up reading this, I'm looking back over our lives and realizing... we were fucking ridiculous. We were so young and messed up, all three of us, and in retrospect, it really shows.
I do have to admit, reluctantly, that Dean and I were the worst. Sam had his issues, of course, but Christ, Dean and I were so bad. Think 'Soap Opera' bad. And not a good Soap, either, but one that's been running for at least thirty years and re-used every tired trope and cliche in the book at least twice.
And poor Sammy. He got treated like a third wheel and pushed to the back burner so often and dealt with so much shit from the two of us, I really don't know how he put up with it for so long without slaughtering us both.
Anywho, that's not what I wanted to tell you about. The one I decided on this time around, at Dean's urging, I may mention, is a job the three of us worked in St. Louis. This one has always stuck with me for reasons that I'm sure will become clear, not all of them good. It was on this job, just as a for instance, that Dean ended up wanted for attempted murder.
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