I will be keeping this journal (not diary, Dean, I am not a twelve-year-old prepubescent child) for my own personal pleasure. Which, if happen to be read, should not hold any emotionally traumatizing ramifications on my part because you shouldn't have been reading my journal in the first place. You nosy, obsessive, co-dependent, paranoid jerk. That's you I'm talking about, Dean.
Rated: T - English - Humor/Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 4,306 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 1 - Published: 5/23/2020 - Sam W., Dean W. - Complete