_Author's Note_
If something (in the first little part here) is underlined, it's supposed to be a strike through, meaning she's crossed it off in her letter writing ;)
Sorry for the inconvenience... Thank you! Enjoy! :)
_Chapter 10_
"Genesis"
Trinity
August
Cas is alive. My friend is alive. But he doesn't remember me. It is so painful to see him without recognition in his eyes. I don't know what's going on, something big I'm sure. But my savior is back. My angel has come back to me.
I've Cas remembers me. My Cas remembers me. I started writing this on the 8th, which was the fourth night the Winchesters had a sleepover at my place. It's now what, the 30th. I've become surprisingly close to the Winchester brothers and have gotten really used to them living in my loft. It's strange to me how quickly they assimilate somewhere, they nestled right in and made themselves at home, I suppose it's from their life, growing up on the road. Cas doesn't leave much. He doesn't sleep obviously (I'm so glad I didn't get that angel trait… I love my sleeptime), but sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with a nightmare and he's sitting on the edge of my bed, not watching me, but sitting there peacefully. If the nightmare is bad enough, he'll know and either hold my hand till I fall back asleep or occasionally he'll even lie down with me, still holding my hand. Some nights I'll get up to get a drink or midnight snack, and he'll be in the living room where the brothers sleep looking out the window. It's just comforting to know he's always there.
I'm beginning to think of us as friends now, I think, the Winchesters and I. I think I trust them, and as far as I know, they trust me now. Dean, I could tell, didn't for the first two weeks, but he's warming up rather well in my opinion. Sam gave into my charms Sam's great personality and compassion is the reason why he started trusting me so much faster.
It's actually really nice having them here. We joke around a lot, I've even pulled a prank or two, and neither of them has had the balls to get revenge yet, I feel like they're planning something together. Hahaha… Cas usually adds in on the fun because of his lack of pop culture knowledge and slang terms. It's quite humerous.
They go off on a hunt about once, maybe twice a week. I asked to come on the last one, and they, in unison might I add, denied me. So unless they called him, or he had some other super important angel-y thing to do, Cas and I would sit at home and catch up on the past few months. Going into every detail, explaining things. I'd even force him to tell me about his time with the Winchesters, which a lot of the time there was always something bad going on, but he would try to bring up and/or finish on a good note. Like one time he told me about a late night where there wasn't a motel in sight, and they parked the Impala in an open field in the middle of nowhere, and sat on her hood until their eyes were droopy from tiredness. Cas said that he'd watch them fall asleep, sometimes wishing he could, and then continue stargazing, making sure to remember how peaceful they were. It was stories like these that made me like the brothers more and more every time. It humanized them for me, and showed me a different side to the psycho-serial-killers the supernatural world sees them as and how I perceived them before.
I think I'm happy again.
September
It's the middle of the month and they finally got me back. The boys finally got their revenge. The idiots apparently had never pranked a girl before. So they had to look some up. They went with the hand-in-water-as-you're-sleeping-prank. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I almost peed my pants. But I laughed afterwards anyway, because the surprise woke me up so suddenly that my hand flew up and smacked Dean square in the nose. Sam cracked up for a good five minutes. Dean swore he'd get him. I can't wait…
September
It's the last day of the month and they're going on a hunt tomorrow… I'm gonna take a crack at hijacking the back seat again.
October
Well, I'm home alone again if that says anything. When they get back I'm gonna convince them I need to get out there and practice. It's like I've been on house arrest for the past two months. I'm gonna get soft.
October
I FEEL SO FREAKING ACCOMPLISHED! THEY PROMISED ME THAT NEXT HUNT I'M GOING! Excuse me whilst I go pat myself on the back and then proceed to pack my gear. Well, looking over at it, it needs a bit of dusting and polishing, maybe some replenishing… but this is going to be great.
October
That went pretty flipping smooth if I don't say so myself. It was a simple haunting, the bones weren't even cremated, so it played out like it was supposed to. Dean even let me salt and burn them.
November
We're going on a road trip. I'm so excited. I don't know where, I don't even know if they know. But it'll be fun, riding in Baby, listening to her purr constantly. I've come to love that car like she was my own. Poor Milo hasn't been driven in ages. Aw… I made myself sad.
November
Day three of our road trip went well yesterday. It was through the Allegheny National Forest. I forced all three boys to take pictures with me. I've told them about my obsession with photographs and drawings, and overall most art, already, but every time we go someplace special, I want to take one.
I had taken down the collage above my bed, and started an album. I put the ones I already had in the front, and I keep adding more of me and the boys. I don't think they want to admit it, but between me and me, I think they like taking pictures and knowing we have them.
As we were passing through one of the parts of the forest, there was a small place on the side of the road called, "The Mystery Hole" and for whatever reason, Sam got really freaked out and insisted Dean drive quickly passed it. I told myself, and telling myself again now, inquire more about that. Because not only was there that, put I made a snarky remark, referring to Asia's song, "Heat of the Moment" and Sam looked like he was going to get sick. These boys have some strange stories, I'm tellin' ya.
December
New York City was shockingly enough, a first the boys. They're apparently more of the small town, creep factor kind of guys. It was beautiful at Christmas time, all lit up and decorated. Hella busy though, I mean I've seen pictures of it on a normal day, but this was that times five. I scammed us some tickets to one of my favorite broadway shows (how do I know which one is my favorite you might ask… learning to fly and only be visible to those who you want to be visible to has it's… perks), Wicked. They acted like little children, complaining about a waste of time and how they won't even enjoy it. But as soon as I got us in our seats, they were entranced. Although at the talk of witches and wizards and such, they kept pointing out all of the things wrong, like a nerd in a movie theater seeing the film adaptation of their favorite book. At one point during the finale when Elphaba and Glinda say good bye, I looked over to see tears rimming Dean's eyes. I pulled a few tissues out of my bag and silently placed them on his lap. He looked down at them, sniffled, and grunted like a man, and said he wasn't even crying. Liar. I had to smile. Sam barely held it together trying not to laugh. Afterward they said it wasn't so bad. And I told them, good, because that was my birthday gift to myself. I told them my birthday was the 16th and they wished me a happy one.
The next day I woke up to three more tickets sitting on my pillow. They said they randomly picked a show, and it just so happened to be Les Miserables… one of the saddest and most depressing broadway shows of all time. But I decided to let them find that out for themselves. They cried, but if you ask them, they'll deny it. But they cried. And I felt sort of bad, because they might have related to it a little too much. Dean really enjoyed the Thenardiers though, so there was that. I stood up for the standing ovation and they followed suit naturally.
I am definitely happy now.
December
The day after Les Mis, someone keyed Baby. I swear, Dean looked murderous. We went and got her all patched up. And that was the day we left NYC.
December
Christmas Eve was finally here. My first Christmas with people, let alone friends, in over a decade. I debated telling them that for a long time. But it accidentally slipped out mid conversation. They gave each other a look and didn't say another word. It was like they could read one another's mind. But I was so excited, I had scrounged up enough to get three gifts.
Christmas Day came around and I woke up to blinding twinkle lights. Baby was all strung up in multicolor twinkles and constants white lights. I sat up and marveled at their adorable effort. They both leaned back and threw a newspaper-wrapped present each my way. Dean had given me a burnt CD with a bunch of broadway songs that I'm positive he pirated offline. But I didn't care, it was awesome. It deserved a big hug. Sam got me some sort of charm necklace. It had the Eye of Horus, the Tree of Life, and angel wings. He told me that he had Their Bobby (that's what I call him, I think he may be an uncle, but who knows?) mail it to him while we were in New York. It was gorgeous. Little did he know, this resonated with me on more than one level.
Cas showed up beside me and Sam and Dean gave him a blue tie and a Busty Asian Beauties magazine. I could tell who gave what. It was then time for me to pull out my little trinkets. When I said "scrounge up enough to get", I really meant enough to buy materials to make. I gave each of them a Native American style braided bracelet that had the colors that reminded me of them and their birthstones. Deans was green (eyes), black (Baby), and amethyst (for him being an Aquarius). Sam's was white (his eyes are constantly changing so it was the closest I came to diamond), brown (for his luscious locks as I call them), and emerald (he's a Taurus). Cas was more difficult, because he has no exact birthdate, I picked a tan color for his trench coat and two different shades of blue, a dark for his tie and a light for his eyes.
They seemed to really love them. So I was pleased with myself as they tied them on each other's wrists. I put my necklace on and squeezed up front in between them momentarily and shoved the CD Dean gave me into the player. Phantom of the Opera popped on and they sighed, to which I replied, "Suck it up, Sallies," and started singing along. By the time we got back home it was the fourth run through of the long playlist on the disc, I had passed out in the back seat several times and each time I'd wake back up a new show would be being blasted on Baby's speakers. After the second rerun, I would wake up to the brothers, especially Dean, singing along as best as they could. Cas and I have a smile on our faces as I'd fall back asleep, letting them be them.
New Year's Night
The ball dropped as we watched from my living room and as Auld Lang Syne was playing and people were kissing on TV in Times Square, I was sitting in between Sam and Dean. I looked at one, then the other then straightforward, closed my eyes tight and overly pursed my lips. Nothing happened so I called Cas. He came in and I grabbed his hand, pulled him down to my level and smooched him. His face was priceless and it gave the boys a good laugh. As I was laughing, I was surprised as well my simultaneous kisses on each cheek. We ended that year in laughter.
January
This was the first hunt we got pretty beat up on all together. It was a pack of werewolves. Nuff said.
February
All that needs to be written down... we need to cut Dean off from his corny anatomy related Valentine's Day jokes.
August
Wow, I haven't written in months, but I just wanted to write down that it has been a year with the Winchesters. And I'm going to say it's been the best year of my life.
December
Another birthday and Christmas with the boys. We are getting so close, it's kind of strange. Sam is like a big brother to me and Dean… well, Dean is protective like a brother, but there's something else I can't quite put my finger on yet.
February
I just spent the night watching Dean. I don't know why, he just caught my attention and kept it. There was a fluttery feeling in the pit of my stomach. I've never felt this before, it's weird… I don't know if I like it.
Nah, I'm pretty sure I do.