I won't be able to update this weekend, so I'm posting three chapters today!
After nearly five days of being in a catatonic state, Sam has awoken. I think he'll recover well as the second his eyes opened, he demanded food. Since waking, he's walked around the bunker and is currently washing up in the bathroom. You've managed to find a bottle of whiskey that I haven't drank and are currently pouring three glasses. You just came into my room, handing me my glass and giving me a tight hug, ruffling my hair as you parted with a grin. You said you knew that Sam had it in him and that we'd get to work finding a way to send the angels back in Heaven in time, but that celebrating was a priority at the moment. I can't say that I disagree.
It may be a little presumptuous of me, but I can't help feeling optimistic about succeeding in getting the angels back to heaven. We've a limited time before they wreak even more havoc, though most of them are in hiding. We must understand that a vast majority of angels have never stepped foot on Earth. They've an inclination towards caution, which makes our work a little easier. We've more time to dedicate to research than to follow their paths of destruction.
Their presence has been noticed, however. The news and media has gotten a hold of stories surrounding violent individuals and those with miraculous healing powers. This is still a huge task for us to overcome, though one that I'm glad to have you and your brother with me.
You called down from the hall, saying that you and Sam were going on a supply run. That most likely means more alcohol and food that can be microwaved easily by very intoxicated individuals. I can hear Boston blasting from the Impala's speakers all the way in my room. Tonight's going to prove to be quite entertaining. It's been forever since I've seen Sam walking tall and proud, and you really smiling. I myself have carried a painful weight upon my shoulders and a cramp in my gut the past week. It's nice to feel the aches lessen slightly. We've all needed to "catch a break". I've missed you, Dean. You haven't been yourself in some time.