Sparks of the Tempest – 17th June 2010
It's been an eventful week, some of the Croats managed to get through the perimeter a coupla days ago. We lost a few men, but I think we lost Dean too, least how he used t' be. The way he cut down those monsters, I've seen dedicated hunters in my time, but that, it was like watching a demon kill. He was emotionless; he got most o' them himself, there were kids with 'em and Dean didn't even flinch as he gunned them down. We were almost overrun until two average Joes, Lester and Jeff, from the local Biggerson's, sacrificed themselves to save the rest o' us. We celebrated their sacrifice all right, they went out like hunters and we gave 'em a hunter's send off, kept their pyre burning as long as we could. Chuck was pretty much useless; we thought the idjit was dead! Couldn't find 'im for a few hours, then Cas found him hiding by the Impala, I'm pretty sure he was cryin' but he wouldn't admit that to that. Cas didn't fair too well either mind, he's never been able to use a gun, but either he's got worse or the poor kid's developed a conscience.
Bobby Singer