Entry 9.89/11
Sam doesn't say much these days. He reminds me of Dean in that.
We're both waiting for Dean to come back. Again.
That's what Sam and I have in common. We both suffer in silence, waiting for his return. Always hoping for his return.
Bobby joins us now and then, when someone manages to take him out of the house.
Other people show up too. People I never saw before, old friends, old enemies that no longer old grudges. Survivors.
It's a different world outside; I get a feeling that nothing's the same. And, despite the loneliness and this empty feeling inside of me, it doesn't feel like a worst version of the world. Just a different one.