Chapter 23

"The truth." Dumbledore sighed. "It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution."

― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.

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March 3rd, 2037

Dear Dean:

Curiosity kills the cat's soul, not his body. At least, that's what I know is true.

I wanted him to be a kid just for a little while longer, but my fourteen year old son was not thinking the same thing when he found the journal. Dad's journal.

I didn't keep it where all your stuff is packed. I left it hidden from any eyes that would be curious enough to want to read it. Gen has never read a single page of it. Erik has, though. When I told him where I came from, he asked me if he could peek at some of the pages. There were some things that he didn't know, but some others he was pretty familiar with.

Ever since that day, it's found his home in the highest shelf of my closet.

I was out, helping Erik with the house. He refused to leave the place he's lived in with Camille, so I had to drive there and stay the night to finish painting the walls.

Gen fell asleep, and DJ, being all him, started looking for the truth around my stuff. The stuff I always tell him not to touch without my permission. The following morning, I came home around 5:30 AM, and found him sitting in the couch of the living room, waiting for me to arrive like a true hunter.

He stared at me with angry eyes, and asked why I owned that. To be fair, he asked multiple questions, half silent, half yelling at me. I was shocked, but I knew better than waking Gen up, or being like dad was when it came to finding ways to make me shut my mouth.

I gently told him to keep his voice down, and we walked together towards the garden with Mila. I told him the truth. I explained the things I had not been able to talk about when he was younger. His eyes were now filled with fear of the unknown. I get it. Monsters existed in the movies, not in real life.

Even though my eyes were closing as I talked, I explained everything. From the day mom died, to the day you died. He now knows the story of how I met Genevieve, and why we decided to keep it a secret.

I thought he would not understand. If I were him, I would have gone for a long walk, however, he looked at the sky for what it seemed years, and for my surprise, hugged me without making a single sound.

When he let go of me, said, "It's okay, dad. I understand. I am sorry for getting mad at you, it's just... Something was off, and I wanted answers. Now I know why uncle Dean is so important to you. I would have loved to meet him".

The following days were fine. He still asked questions to me or to Erik when I was working, knowing Gen didn't wanna be involved in this unless she had to.

This happened about a month ago. It had some weird butterfly effect on me, though. I started having nightmares again. I dreamt with Jess, mom, and of all nightmares, the only one that made me yell aloud was the one where you die alone, and I am not holding you, or saying goodbye. You're there, calling my name, asking for help.

I clearly cannot deal with that. I was there with you until your last breath. I know that too well.

My brain plays with me, and it feels so real I can only scream your name so you can hear me. It's like I am invisible to your eyes, no matter what I do. Suddenly, you are too still, and the barn starts burning. Fire's all over the place, consuming your body in the process.

Last night, I had the same dream, feeling someone shaking me awake. It was DJ.

He said that, while sobbing, I was babbling things. I was saying that I should have found a way to save you, as I my hands grasped onto his hoodie, trying to get to you.

He told me I should go to bed instead of sleeping on the couch, but I quietly replied that I didn't wanna wake Gen up.

After he helped me calm down, as if he were the parent here, he walked away. I thought he was going to bed, however, he came back a minute later with a pillow and a blanket in his hands.

Even though I insisted he shouldn't sleep on the floor, he didn't listen to what I had to say. I swear he is just like you, man. I feel young again, and it is amazing. There's no pain. Just nostalgic tears for a change.

It was around eight in the morning when I opened my eyes, and saw him fast asleep. He looked tired, so I picked him up just like when he was a toddler and left him on the couch, covering him with an extra blanket. He didn't even open his eyes.

While making myself some coffee, Jack appeared out of nowhere. He looked as young as the day he became the new God.

Jack told me he had been listening to my prayers, but he wanted me to learn how to connect with my family on my own. He didn't wanna be Chuck.

We talked about life, and you too. He said he was not gonna tell me much about heaven. I had to see it myself.

"Dean knows everything, Sam. He sees you and your son almost every day. Sometimes, he gets lost in memories of you two in the Impala through the endless roads of paradise... By the way, he wanted me to tell you something... If I am not wrong, he said "you're the father I wish the both of us have had while growing up. I'm so proud of you, Sammy". Yeah, that's the message" he said, vanishing in the thin air moments later.

I couldn't believe it. Damn, I still can't.

All I can do is be grateful for all of you, and for my family here.

Sammy

Author's Note: Hey guys! I am so happy to see Jack back! This should be his last appearance here, though. There's only a few chapters left before Sammy goes back home.

Thank you for the lovely reviews and follows! Hope to read some more soon! See you soon!

P.S. Your tears inspire me. Don't stop crying. Lol

KW.-