A/N: This is all crack, life is too short for offense.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, and this is purely for fun.
Dear Journal.
Last time I wrote in you, I had slightly made a mess of a hunt. I was lacking important Intel, on the witches, something I solely blame on Sammy. However we took them out, given this one was really all thanks to Sam.
We are now Lake Andes, Nebraska. A woman in white has been rumored to be killing at random. Sam had been with Bobby for a few days, helping out in the yard, and I had made the research, yeah I really can do research. Anyway found the place, by the lake. She had been taking random fishers, and there was no proof of foul play. So I took the Impala and Sam and drove to Nebraska.
So I got Sammy dressed in waders and a fishing pole, told him he looked damn smart. Kid didn't believe me for a second. Didn't really matter much. The revenge had already played out, I had taken a few pictures to a fan site, and made damn sure that they saw a lot of skin, can't wait for Sam to log on to his mail, as I of course made sure his email was leaked to the fan site. Might add his cell there too, he still really needs to get laid.
