AN: Thanks for all the kind reviews, I'm glad you're enjoyig it so far! Warnings for bad language in this chapter, especially the end.
April 1st
Lighten up, Sammy! It's April fool's day! I've attached a whoopee cushion for you to use on one of your friends. They're the greatest. You get how it works, right?
Well, actually, it won't be April Fools anymore when you get it, so joke's on you, I guess. Hope you still have April Fools in 2057.
I'm gonna do some research on these horseman douchebags for you. I'm sure we'll find a way to gank em, it'll just take time. But I've got this family friend – he's called Bobby, he's the best at research, can't be beaten – he'll find something. Just hang in there, and keep away from any of those zombies.
April 2nd
Thanks Dean. I'm not sure you will find anything, but thanks all the same.
I liked the whoopee cushion, though Jo was pissed. She saw the funny side in the end, but I wasn't sure how to explain where I got it, so I just made something up. I'm not sure if they'll understand what's going on with this time-travelling magic journal.
It's so weird to have a relic from your time, though – it was decades ago, but it may as well have been thousands of years. There are no shops where you could buy that anymore – actually, there's no shops, really. Just munitions suppliers.
I wonder all the time what it would be like to live in the early 2000s, with you. Like, I have no idea what it's like to go to a shopping mall, or a swimming pool. I dream about that kind of thing - I love swimming in lakes, once in a blue moon when I get to, but I've heard from older hunters that there's a special smell of swimming pools that you can't help but recognise straight away. Well, I wouldn't, would I? It's just little things like that which make me wonder what I'm missing.
I wonder if there's I just know there's got to be a way of getting you out of your deal. I'll find it. It's the least I can do, there's not exactly a shortage of demons to ask around here – I'll find one, I'll get information from it. (Don't worry, I'm a pro)
April 4th
Well, the thing about swimming pools is they've always got band aids and bits of hair in them, and some kid always pees! The chemicals that make that smell make your eyes all red if you get the water in them. Honestly, you're better off in lakes, minus the reeds – try not to look at my time with rose-tinted glasses kiddo, it sucks alright. Just, not as much as yours.
Sammy, be careful. Don't get hurt cause of me – hell, you're not even born yet, I don't wanna be responsible for you dying!
April 5th
April 6th
Sammy? Are you okay?
April 7th
April 8th
Sam?
April 9th
April 10th
Dammit Sam, send something back, those blank days are driving me nuts! I need to know you're aliv
Tell me you're
Tell me
You didn't go and get killed cause of me
Just say something this is all my fault
Write back when you can.
April 11th
Sorry I haven't written back Dean. Turned out we didn't pick the right demon to interrogate – he was one of the fucking seven deadly sins. Those guys haven't been out of hell for fifty years, which is centuries in Hell years, according to Wrath. Anyway, we caught the guy, and he was spitting bile and turning the air blue, like they always do.
But the thing was, when I asked him if there was a way of saving a soul from a deal, he asked which of us we wanted to save, and I said none of us. He refused to say anything til I said who I was trying to save, so I told him your name. Jo and Ash were outside, keeping watch, but they weren't prepared for his rage to break the devil's trap on the ceiling, and blow all the salt lines, and break the iron chains. He was so angry that nothing we did could stop him. He summoned his friends, and we had to shag ass pretty quick outta there.
You might notice my handwriting's crappy, to say the least. Well, I'm writing left-handed, cause the bastard broke my right wrist. We've been travelling to this psychic in South Dakota, Pamela Barnes. She's got a medical outpost going, and she's always got room for a few hunters – few doctors, too. It's been a long journey, and we've been tailed the whole way, but we picked them off, one by one. But shooting left-handed still isn't easy. He burnt his hand print into my wrist, as well – when he touched me, it was like the worst possible pain, but worse. I'm not trying to be a whiny girl here, but if I never have to face those guys again, it'll be too damn soon.
But other than my wrist, I'm fine. Sorry I couldn't find anything out about your deal. Maybe I'm not as good a hunter as I thought.
April 12th
You scared the shit outta me, Sam! I'll kick your ass if you ever do that again. I'm gonna give a whole new meaning to the phrase 'blast from the past', you hear?!
Holy crap, no wonder that guy didn't say anything – me, Dad and Bobby exorcised all those fuckers to the deepest circles of Hell not last month! They hadn't been topside in centuries, and were having their usual crappy idea of fun when we decided to send them back and end their party for at least 100 years. I guess your apocalypse shook em loose!
Of course they're gonna have a grudge against me – I'm not surprised he lost his shit when you said my name! I sent that guy back myself. You've got the worst luck, dude.
I'd send that guy downstairs all over again if I could. Hope your wrist gets better soon, cause that writing is seriously bad – worse than mine, even.
Glad to know you're safe though, Sammy.
April 13th
Oh . . . Well, in that case, I guess I understand why he was so angry. Well, aside from literally being Wrath and all.
We arrived at Pamela's today, and she had this hunter – who was a doctor about a million years ago – fix me up. The wrist will heal fine once it's out of a cast, but the burn could scar. I hope it doesn't – I don't want the memory of that bastard around forever.
The bad side of getting my wrist fixed up is that the cast means I can't go swimming in the lake Pamela's house backs onto. Jo loves swimming (Ash, not so much), but I had to sit and just imagine what it'd be like to jump in. God, I feel so stupid for letting myself get hurt in the first place.
But she said something was . . . Strange about me (other than my 'great ass'). She said she knows when she feels another psychic close by, and she insists I'm one. I mean, it sounds like crap to me, but she's the best psychic in the state, if not in the whole USA, so I can't just ignore her.
But she said it felt unnatural. Like I was altered, or something. She said it didn't feel quite right, what I am. We're gonna do a séance. She hopes that'll offer us some answers.
April 14th
Psychic? You? But you seem perfectly normal! Unless you've got some secret demonic shit going on under the whole 'great ass' thing (TMI, by the way, bro).
Just be careful, Sammy, you hear? Séances are never good news in my opinion. But let me know, alright?
April 15th
Séances are never good news. You're right, Dean. I can't believe what I just freaking heard. Neither will you.
Pamela was looking for answers in the 'spirit realm' or whatever. I don't know much about it – I just gank ghosts, I don't wanna chat with them, cause they usually just try and throw you across the room – I'm sure you know that already but
Anyway, there was one that she couldn't keep away, and it sort of possessed her, but she said it was okay, that it wasn't evil or . . . Something.
The ghost said its name was Mary, and that I was supposed to be her son, but she was killed when she was pregnant, so I was never born. Except I was, but to a different family. I don't even understand how that works. I mean, what the
Obviously I'm freaked, Dean, before you say anything. This is not normal, this is not sane. But the next bit made me feel genuine fear. Obviously it's pretty scary just going outside in this ass of a situation everyone lives in, but it doesn't even compare to what happened next.
She said when I was a baby, a demon came and fed me demon blood, and it gave me psychic powers. I tried to tell her she was wrong, and I wasn't psychic, but she wasn't having any of it. I've never bent a spoon, I've never had a vision of the future, I've never read someone's mind. It just doesn't make sense!
The really weird bit comes next.
She sort of, smiled at me, and
She told me
She said she loved you, Dean, and she was sorry. She was talking to you.
What the hell?! . . . Please tell me some of this makes sense to you, at least?!
April 16th
I don't know who or what you are but keep the fuck away from my son. I'm burning this book, you demonic son of a bitch. You'll never hurt anyone ever again, you hear, you fucking demon-blood freak? I don't care if you've never had a psychic 'episode' or whatever the fuck you wanna call it – you've got the blood, you'll turn. It's only a matter of time.
And I don't want you taking my son with you – luring him in with your sob story, and talking about his mother, my wife, in such a way. You're lower than shit, you know that? I'm glad he eventually mustered up some common fucking sense to tell me about this damn book before you got your filthy fucking hands on his soul. As if it's not enough that he's going to Hell for me, you wanna drag him down there early? Can't wait for the games to begin, can you? Well not this time. Not my son.
Future, my ass. I know you're just a demon, and I'll find you, you fucking freak, you monster – you'll get yours, just wait and see.
Hope you enjoy your salt and burn, freak.