Dad had a journal. I guess it's time I do the same. I'm not writing this to be remembered or because I want people to understand me better. I'm writing it because I just need to get things straight in my head. I doubt anyone will ever read it. I don't really want anyone to read it. Not even Quinn. Maybe someday after I'm dead. I won't have much to say about it then.
I'm thirty-one years old. I've survived three decades hunting demons and being hunted. I've spent more time in Hell than I've spent on Earth. There's gotta be some irony in that. My life is nothing if not ironic.
I've heard people say that everything happens for a reason. I never really believed that, but lately, I find myself questioning things. Wondering if there's a higher power at work behind the scenes. God? Fate? As far as I'm concerned, God bailed on humanity a long time ago. Right around the time he kicked Adam and Eve out of Eden. And I don't really believe in Fate. You make your own Fate. My Dad taught me that.
"If someone is upstairs working the controller, I would consider this their big frickin' 'I'm sorry' for everything else they've done to us."
That's what Quinn said. If someone really is in charge, they've got a lot to answer for. We've both had more than our fair share of crap to deal with. All we wanna do now is live our lives and be left alone. Why is that so much to ask for?
We're trying like hell to start over, to make new lives for ourselves. I promised Quinn we'd always be together. We don't need a wedding to prove our love for each other. No ring, no ceremony, no witnesses.
"We'll get our happy ending. Jewelry won't make it happen. A white dress won't make it true. It's all me and you."
Quinn's words again. I want to believe her. Hell, I have to believe her because if it's not true, then what's the point of all this?
Back home, my life was always about protecting Sam. Helping people, hunting evil, stopping the Apocalypse. It's what I've been doing ever since I was four. Since the night Dad put Sammy in my arms and told me to take care of him, but all that has changed. There's no Sam. There's no Apocalypse. It's just me and Quinn now.
The battleground has changed, but the war wages on. I have to be ready. I have to be one step ahead of them. I'm not giving up. I'll never give up. I've got too much to live for, too much to fight for. I'm not going down without a fight. One way or another, I'm gonna win this war, or I'm gonna die trying.
Dean Winchester
January 31, 2010
Rhydin
I'm thirty-one years old. I've survived three decades hunting demons and being hunted. I've spent more time in Hell than I've spent on Earth. There's gotta be some irony in that. My life is nothing if not ironic.
I've heard people say that everything happens for a reason. I never really believed that, but lately, I find myself questioning things. Wondering if there's a higher power at work behind the scenes. God? Fate? As far as I'm concerned, God bailed on humanity a long time ago. Right around the time he kicked Adam and Eve out of Eden. And I don't really believe in Fate. You make your own Fate. My Dad taught me that.
"If someone is upstairs working the controller, I would consider this their big frickin' 'I'm sorry' for everything else they've done to us."
That's what Quinn said. If someone really is in charge, they've got a lot to answer for. We've both had more than our fair share of crap to deal with. All we wanna do now is live our lives and be left alone. Why is that so much to ask for?
We're trying like hell to start over, to make new lives for ourselves. I promised Quinn we'd always be together. We don't need a wedding to prove our love for each other. No ring, no ceremony, no witnesses.
"We'll get our happy ending. Jewelry won't make it happen. A white dress won't make it true. It's all me and you."
Quinn's words again. I want to believe her. Hell, I have to believe her because if it's not true, then what's the point of all this?
Back home, my life was always about protecting Sam. Helping people, hunting evil, stopping the Apocalypse. It's what I've been doing ever since I was four. Since the night Dad put Sammy in my arms and told me to take care of him, but all that has changed. There's no Sam. There's no Apocalypse. It's just me and Quinn now.
The battleground has changed, but the war wages on. I have to be ready. I have to be one step ahead of them. I'm not giving up. I'll never give up. I've got too much to live for, too much to fight for. I'm not going down without a fight. One way or another, I'm gonna win this war, or I'm gonna die trying.
Dean Winchester
January 31, 2010
Rhydin