Chapter 28

"Time only affects those who expect something from it. If you lose yourself, time ahead of you cease to exist. You freeze it, being happy in one place that never changes. To some, it is paradise. To others, it is hell on Earth"

-Karen Winchester.

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June 7th, 2049

Dear uncle Dean:

This is weird. A box came to my place in California, shipped from mom and dad's house. I opened it, and found an old dusty journal.

I recognized the writing that let me know the instructions I should follow in order to complete these pages. Dad- our Sam, I guess- never mentioned anything about this. I feel like I should be introducing myself to you, but by reading the letters dad wrote I understand that you would have known me from birth. At least I can pretend so after dad dedicated all these letters to you.

The note on top of the objects dad wanted me keep said that if he could not keep writing them, I was the one that should do it until he is with you. To be clear, I do not want to think about it. He is your little brother and my dad, too. Things have changed, though.

According to his last entrance, he said he started waking up in strange places. I remember that too well. I was scared, but then it got even scarier.

He walked off his room calling me, or so I thought. He calls for you, thinking he will find you here. Every time he is confused, I answer I am Dean, but I am his son. One time, he yelled that it was all a lie and tried to take me down, so he could make sure you were safe.

Not long after that, he was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. I hoped he would never have to go through this illness. I remember him with a smile, despite his sad eyes, always telling me I could do whatever made me happy as long as I was being the good guy in the story. He told me I could be a part of the Men of Letters society, but I chose to go to college and be a doctor instead. I am 26 years old, and I am expecting twins with my fiancé, Laurel. A boy and a girl, can you believe it, uncle Dean? Their names are Henry and Camryn Winchester.

Dad is not well. He mumbles things in his sleep, calling for you and Mary on a few occasions. I even found him looking for Miracle one afternoon. He thought I was seven years old, and everything was just like it used to be back then. It is hard to explain everything. It is what dad wanted me to do for you guys. I hope that I do not screw this up.

I am an adult now, and I don't really know you besides from pictures and stories dad told me about you two growing together, holding onto each other to save the world. I wish I could do something similar. I wish I could save my dad. I need him. I miss the old version of him so much.

Mom is looking after him at home. The doctors said that if he becomes violent, we would have to take him to a hospital. I cannot do that to him.

It seems like the only family I have is falling apart. He is not going to recognize his grandchildren or my wife. Worse than that, someday he will not even recognize me. He will only think that you are coming to save him from his kidnappers.

Do not take this the wrong way, but I envy the time my dad loses thinking of you. I know it is a normal thing, but it still hurts. I want my dad back.

Last week I went to visit them, and he saw me as for who I was, at least for a minute. He lost himself moments later, and began thinking I was you. He told me I was the best big brother in the entire world, and I had to be safe from your dad's-John- temperament. He told me that my grandfather was always absent, but he loved him in his own special way.

I didn't understand much about what he was talking about, but I nodded and said it was okay. Mom told me to call him 'Sammy' when he thought I was you and I couldn't make him snap out of that state.

It is so damn hard to do this. Maybe you could do something to help him if you were still around. I would not even exist if that was the case, but as long as our Sam is okay, I would do anything to see him smile.

I will update you on him and the Impala. She is doing well. I am keeping her in the garage, since the arrival of my kids will force me to buy another car with more space inside it.

Uncle Dean, please look after my dad. He is the best man I have ever met on this Earth. Please, help me make him remember me more often. He would be so excited to be a grandfather.

DJ Winchester

Author's note: Hey guys! I could not wait to write this chapter! It is short, but it is the beginning of the end for our Sammy. Hope you enjoy it! Please, leave a review if you have a minute. It makes me happy to read them! See you soon

KW.-