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strongeralone August 11th.
I never thought there would ever come a day more difficult to find the words for than Mary's murder. It's been years since I last picked up a pen for one of these.
Hell is real.
Other dimensions and time travel. In all my years of hunting I never saw one shred of evidence that either is possible but now I'm in at least one if not both. Britain, 3312. Allegedly people are brought here to fight some sort of war against the government. Because apparently people who can snatch you across time and dimensions need an old hunter and a long list of monsters to win a war. It is undetermined how people are selected, most seem to fly under the radar of history books.
Weapons are sentient and can't be trusted.
Dean is here. Mary, you'd be so proud of our boy. He's out of practice though and that will have to be worked on. He rushed to me without a single attempt to verify my identity and that is scarier than hell and this world combined. Years of training, just lost in the 6 years that passed since I saw him. It's time to start over. Don't worry, Mary. I won't let anything happen to him, I swear it.
Sam's nowhere to be found and Dean's lying about him. Dean's always been protective of his little brother, but I have to believe that if he's still protecting him then the worst case scenario at least has been averted. I will get answers, but not today. Today had its share of answers to be contemplated. Mary, you were right. Angels do watch over Dean, or at least stalk him. I don't know if I'll be able to research their lore properly here but there has to be a library somewhere. For now I know they can appear without warning and are unafraid of guns. I know of one here so far, but there could be more. Dean trusts him, but his judgment has been severely impaired. Tomorrow, I have to find a library.
Proved sightings so far - a blue woman, can be injured with a regular gun, trolls, something called a Kitrite.
August 13th.
Sammy's here. He's not as out of shape as Dean, but they both need to be retrained. He still seems to be his sweet human self.
I would thank God, but if he exists like his angels, he's gotta be a dick.
August 19th.
Met a hunter called Nicki. She knows angels.
[a rough sketch of symbols]
These will keep an angel out, according to her. Will try to angel proof an area, see if Dean's pet can follow him in there. If not, they're going all over the apartment. She says angels are powerful, far more than any demon, they can wipe out an entire town. Only way to deal with them right now is a form of exorcism - this symbol must be drawn with blood and a bloodied hand pressed into its center. Blood must be fresh.
[another rough sketch]
October 8th.
Spent the last month in the freaking wild west, on an assassination mission. It's been a long time since I killed a man who wasn't possessed. This shouldn't have been so easy.
Bombing occurred while I was away, and another mission the boys were on - fighting pirates. They're safe, survived both. This goddamn initiative can go fuck itself, those sonofbitches could have killed the boys.They won't get away with it. Important information:
President ████████ - artificial intelligence.
Vice-President Varius D███
1st Lieutenant Richard Lawson
2nd Lieutenant Raima Solden
Vice-Chair T███ Vankempt
Identical soldiers - they're either ai's, or some sort of genetic experiment.
I don't know Dean anymore. He's lost, Mary. And it's my fault - I left him alone. There was no other way, but I left him alone. No, no there was. I should never have let them in on this hunt, especially not Sam, he wasn't ready. If I'd have gone after it alone, Dean wouldn't have had to find his own way. And the way he found...Mary I know you always loved angels, but they're not what you thought they were. Dean confirmed what Nicki said - this angel killed an entire innocent town and for nothing, and still he sticks up to him. It's possible the angel is manipulating his mind. I won't let him get hurt anymore, even if he too ends up hating me...I'll keep him safe I promise.
Sighting - shinigami, Japanese death God. Need more information.
October 9th
[The paper is slightly crumpled and stained with tears. The writing is awkward, and difficult to read, since he bashed his hand against the wall the night before]
Dean was in hell. God Mary...there's nothing to say. Our little boy in the hands of that monster Alastair. This is all my fault, I led him down this path. Sammy was dead and I taught Dean that his only role in life is to look after his brother, it's my fault. Sammy was dead. Both our boys. Dead.
[A whole paragraph has been written, erased and rewritten so many times it has been rendered illegible.]
-- get revenge on him. I swear it. I may not be good for a lot of things, but that's one thing I know how to do. Maybe Dean was right, in choosing the angel over me. I always tried to do what I thought was best, but I brought them both to their graves.
I have to speak to Sam, I have to know what happened, what they know.
Intel on the UE: Roslyn Small, credentials: Navy then FBI, no verification. UE is heavily fortified, access available through the cost. Cities patrolled by Masked. Linchpin: the Capitol.
November 2nd
[The writing is messy, almost illegible. Clearly done under the influence]
It's 3312. Mary has been dead for 1329 years. Is her grave even still out there? Was it ruined...and when. If this initiative work, will it be saved along with the world?
When I died, I marked 23 long years without you. I promised that you would be avenged, and you were. But at what cost? You wouldn't even recognize this family anymore. I have no idea what Dean is thinking. Sam has always been out of my reach but now Dean has drifted away as well.
The devil walks among us, and of course he'd be after our boys. I'm tired, Mary. No one should have to live through the 1329th anniversary of the death of anyone. Let alone you. I'll keep them safe, for you, for them.
Forgive me.
I never thought there would ever come a day more difficult to find the words for than Mary's murder. It's been years since I last picked up a pen for one of these.
Hell is real.
Other dimensions and time travel. In all my years of hunting I never saw one shred of evidence that either is possible but now I'm in at least one if not both. Britain, 3312. Allegedly people are brought here to fight some sort of war against the government. Because apparently people who can snatch you across time and dimensions need an old hunter and a long list of monsters to win a war. It is undetermined how people are selected, most seem to fly under the radar of history books.
Weapons are sentient and can't be trusted.
Dean is here. Mary, you'd be so proud of our boy. He's out of practice though and that will have to be worked on. He rushed to me without a single attempt to verify my identity and that is scarier than hell and this world combined. Years of training, just lost in the 6 years that passed since I saw him. It's time to start over. Don't worry, Mary. I won't let anything happen to him, I swear it.
Sam's nowhere to be found and Dean's lying about him. Dean's always been protective of his little brother, but I have to believe that if he's still protecting him then the worst case scenario at least has been averted. I will get answers, but not today. Today had its share of answers to be contemplated. Mary, you were right. Angels do watch over Dean, or at least stalk him. I don't know if I'll be able to research their lore properly here but there has to be a library somewhere. For now I know they can appear without warning and are unafraid of guns. I know of one here so far, but there could be more. Dean trusts him, but his judgment has been severely impaired. Tomorrow, I have to find a library.
Proved sightings so far - a blue woman, can be injured with a regular gun, trolls, something called a Kitrite.
August 13th.
Sammy's here. He's not as out of shape as Dean, but they both need to be retrained. He still seems to be his sweet human self.
I would thank God, but if he exists like his angels, he's gotta be a dick.
August 19th.
Met a hunter called Nicki. She knows angels.
[a rough sketch of symbols]
These will keep an angel out, according to her. Will try to angel proof an area, see if Dean's pet can follow him in there. If not, they're going all over the apartment. She says angels are powerful, far more than any demon, they can wipe out an entire town. Only way to deal with them right now is a form of exorcism - this symbol must be drawn with blood and a bloodied hand pressed into its center. Blood must be fresh.
[another rough sketch]
October 8th.
Spent the last month in the freaking wild west, on an assassination mission. It's been a long time since I killed a man who wasn't possessed. This shouldn't have been so easy.
Bombing occurred while I was away, and another mission the boys were on - fighting pirates. They're safe, survived both. This goddamn initiative can go fuck itself, those sonofbitches could have killed the boys.They won't get away with it. Important information:
President ████████ - artificial intelligence.
Vice-President Varius D███
1st Lieutenant Richard Lawson
2nd Lieutenant Raima Solden
Vice-Chair T███ Vankempt
Identical soldiers - they're either ai's, or some sort of genetic experiment.
I don't know Dean anymore. He's lost, Mary. And it's my fault - I left him alone. There was no other way, but I left him alone. No, no there was. I should never have let them in on this hunt, especially not Sam, he wasn't ready. If I'd have gone after it alone, Dean wouldn't have had to find his own way. And the way he found...Mary I know you always loved angels, but they're not what you thought they were. Dean confirmed what Nicki said - this angel killed an entire innocent town and for nothing, and still he sticks up to him. It's possible the angel is manipulating his mind. I won't let him get hurt anymore, even if he too ends up hating me...I'll keep him safe I promise.
Sighting - shinigami, Japanese death God. Need more information.
October 9th
[The paper is slightly crumpled and stained with tears. The writing is awkward, and difficult to read, since he bashed his hand against the wall the night before]
Dean was in hell. God Mary...there's nothing to say. Our little boy in the hands of that monster Alastair. This is all my fault, I led him down this path. Sammy was dead and I taught Dean that his only role in life is to look after his brother, it's my fault. Sammy was dead. Both our boys. Dead.
[A whole paragraph has been written, erased and rewritten so many times it has been rendered illegible.]
-- get revenge on him. I swear it. I may not be good for a lot of things, but that's one thing I know how to do. Maybe Dean was right, in choosing the angel over me. I always tried to do what I thought was best, but I brought them both to their graves.
I have to speak to Sam, I have to know what happened, what they know.
Intel on the UE: Roslyn Small, credentials: Navy then FBI, no verification. UE is heavily fortified, access available through the cost. Cities patrolled by Masked. Linchpin: the Capitol.
[The writing is messy, almost illegible. Clearly done under the influence]
It's 3312. Mary has been dead for 1329 years. Is her grave even still out there? Was it ruined...and when. If this initiative work, will it be saved along with the world?
When I died, I marked 23 long years without you. I promised that you would be avenged, and you were. But at what cost? You wouldn't even recognize this family anymore. I have no idea what Dean is thinking. Sam has always been out of my reach but now Dean has drifted away as well.
The devil walks among us, and of course he'd be after our boys. I'm tired, Mary. No one should have to live through the 1329th anniversary of the death of anyone. Let alone you. I'll keep them safe, for you, for them.
Forgive me.
