A/N: Hey guys. Sorry about the long wait but like I said school is killing me. I'm almost through, a few more weeks and then the biggest most important set of exams in my life and then I'm out! YaY! Anywa thanks a lot for your patience with this story and I know this is a short chapter but I will try to update again as soon as I can. I made the extracts from Donalds journal in italic to try and make it easier for you guys to read. You'll finally get some answers as to what happened.
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Dean counted back six entries and read to Sam out load, "11.06.68 Dear diary, Amanda was staring at me again today. I don't know why but when that girl looks at me it sends shivers down my spine. I know I shouldn't feel that way, after all she is my daughter and I love the little girl dearly. Our daughter, mine and Jessie's. Jessie has a cold and the doctors are worried that it may be pneumonia. Please god, let my wife get better. I don't know what I would do without her." he paused to catch his breath as his ribs reminded him they were not happy with him for the fun and games he had played last night. He took a swig of his coffee and glanced at Sam before he continued reading, "11.12.68 Dear diary, I could feel her eyes on me before I even turned around in the kitchen today. She was standing there in her blue dress. It's her favourite one and she's had it for years. I should probably get her to throw the damn thing away, it's too revealing for her to wear anymore. It hugs her small body too tight making her newly formed curves too easy for the eye to pick up. She smiles at me and I swear there is something under that smile, like a predator looking at her prey. It sends shivers down my spine. My wife has the same smile before she lures me into bed at night to make love. It unnerves me that my little girl has been giving me that smile every time she sees me. Then again I am probably just imagining things."
"And I thought our family was weird. Here pass me the journal. You look like you're gonna pass out." Sam said as he put his hand out for the small leather book. Dean had gone pale and was holding his side not to mention becoming breathless.
The younger hunter took the journal his brother passed him and smirked, "Besides I can read better than you."
"You saying I can't read well Sammy? Because I seem to remember helping you're fat ass with English not too long ago."
"Not too long ago? Dean that was like in second grade. And for the last time I don't have a fat ass."
"Yeah whatever, get reading geek boy. Some people actually have other things they need to do." Dean smirked.
Sam snorted but started to read anyway, "11.20.68, Dear diary, Amanda keeps bushing up against me. Not in the way she used to, innocently. Call me paranoid but I swear she's trying to seduce me. I think I'm going crazy. The doctor says that Jessie has pneumonia. She keeps getting sicker and I don't know how to make it better. I can't lose my wife. It would be like tearing out my heart and feeding it to a pack of rabid dogs." Sam paused. He felt sorry for Donald, the poor ghost had looked so sad. He cleared his throat and continued to read, "11.23.68, Dear diary, I got drunk last night for the first time in a long time. I haven't touched the bottle since Amanda was born and I really had to clean up my act. The doctor told me there was nothing they could do for her. My precious wife, the love of my life. Oh god please don't take her from me!" he met Dean's eyes before he continued, "11.25.68, Dear diary, Jessie is getting weaker and Amanda seems to be smiling more. I don't understand she should be distraught that her mother is knocking on deaths door but she isn't. What kind of a child have we raised!"
"I'm starting to think that maybe we had this the other way around. You think the girl was really into the father?" Dean asked appalled. Either way it was wrong in his books. He hopped gingerly off the bench of the kitchenette and felt his stomach gurgle at the movement. 'Reminder to self, no fast movements for awhile unless you wanna see whatever the hell it is you last ate Deano.' He rinsed his cup out in the sink and put it on the bench to drip dry before turning to face his brother, arms crossed and leaning against the bench. He gave Sam a small nod to let get him to read again.
"This is the last entry so I guess it should hopefully explain what happened here." Sam cleared his throat and squinted at the hurried and messy writing before him before he started to read again, "11.26.68, Dear diary, Oh god it all happened so fast. I don't know what to do. Please Jesus help me with this mess. They're both dead! Oh god I killed her, I killed Amanda. It all happened so fast and I can't understand. I was on the couch watching the fire when she came in wearing that damn blue dress of hers. She had tears in her eyes, she told me she loved me and then she kissed me. Not kiss like a goodnight peck on the cheek, but kissed, pushing her tongue down my throat. I pushed her away in shock and yelled at her. Maybe if I hadn't yelled she wouldn't have done what she did. She screamed back hysterical that I wouldn't be able to love her until Jessie was dead and that if couldn't have me no one could. Before I could stop her she ran into our room where Jessie was resting peacefully and locked the door. By the time I got the door open I was too late, Jessie was dead." Sam paused and met his brother's eyes before continuing in an unsure voice, "There was our baby girl standing over her dead mother's body holding a pillow and grinning maliciously at me. The little bitch killed her, she killed my Jessie. Oh god I don't know what to do, it was like I was watching myself from outside my body. I grabbed her by her blonde hair, just like her mothers and dragged her kicking and screaming into the basement. I beat her, I beat her to death and threw her into the meat freezer. Her words keep flying around my mind, she said she loved me and that Jessie wasn't good enough for the love I could offer and that she wanted to be mine. How the hell did she end up so messed up? I can't deal with this. This will be mast last entry because as I hold my handgun I assure you, my dear diary you will not hear from me again." He took a deep breath and closed the journal.
The brothers sat in silence for a few minutes each absorbing the information they had just received before finally Dean spoke.
"So it was the daughter. Talk about an Oedipus complex." He muttered, "That's sick. You gotta feel a little sorry for the husband though. His kid goes crazy, cracks onto him and then kills his wife. Man."
Sam raised his eyebrows, "You know of Oedipus?" he smirked. His brother Dean knew a play written by an ancient Greek playwright Sophocles?
"Dude I did go to high school you know. So I was asleep most English lessons but when you hear the teacher talking about sex and stabbing eyes out with a pin it kinda spikes your interest."
"Why does that not surprise me? Someone says sex or mentions something about blood and my brother Dean lights up like a Christmas tree." Sam sniggered.
"Till bloody tears ran down his beard – not drops, but in full spate a whole cascade descending, in drenching cataracts of scarlet rain." Dean quoted from the play. It was his favourite line in the whole thing and had been said by the attendant when she had found the King Oedipus had stabbed out his eyes with the pin from a broach he took from his dead wife Jocasta who also turned out to be his mother.
Sam's mouth dropped open in a smiling shocked look as he gawked at his older brother. Who would have known? His brother, the poet? He burst out laughing, "Dean you are just full of surprises, you know that?"
"What can I say? It turns the ladies on." he smirked. Actually he had picked quite a few women up by reciting that quote. Seems the ladies love a poet and he had gotten a fair share of hot one night stands from those little lines. Weird seeing as they weren't the most romantic lines ever written, but hey whatever works.
"Sure it does." Sam quipped sarcastically and then turned serious, "So what are we gonna do about this?" he asked waving the journal.
"Don't ask me, I'm the injured heroic older brother. I don't do the plans, that's my trusty geek boys job." He said with a shit eating grin plastered all over his face, "Come on Sammy, get cracking."
Sam stood up straight and saluted his brother, "Ten full Sir!" he laughed and flipped Dean off before going to his bed and pulling out his laptop. He had actually just thought of a plan. The last two times they had been in the house they had gotten hurt and he was determined that this time was different.
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So was the twist what you had expected? I'm really not that weird but we've been studying King Oedipus in English in case you might have guessed and I kind of got the idea from there. Anyway please leave a review and I will post again as soon as I can. Thanks for reading.
Mishka xXx
