[it continuing off of the end of s3..]


I've had an entire two months to be reflective, mournful, angry. The summer's been tough.


Never thought I would be sitting down, trying to type out the last few months and what happened to Dean


Why am I still trying to write here?


Sometimes I wonder if this hunter's blog should've ended with... when Dean left.





Forget about it.

May: Three spirits, 1 demon
June: Two spirits
July: 0 anything so far, and nothing on the horizon or so it seems.

I am BORED.


Oh, and happy 4th of July. Fireworks, Sammy?

....and Dean's been passing the time singing. Singing. Sappy love songs I wasn't aware he could (or would) even sing. I don't know whether to upload the evidence (thank you, cellphone technology) or pawn him off on Bobby for awhile.

I think Sam left me.

Either that or he's planning one helluva surprise party where he himself is the surprise.

Think I could put out an APB for a 6' 5'' demon hunter with mysterious visions and a special love for dolls?

happy very belated birthday, jerk. =D

i woke up around 4, couldn't sleep. all i'm dreaming about is dad and dean's deal and that perhaps, ruby's been lying to me all along. anyway, i took a walk to get something for breakfast, and the corner store had these little foam hearts at the front counter, so i bought a bag and some craft glue. now... dean is covered from head to toe in tiny pink/white/purple hearts.

he complained last night that the room was too hot and slept naked - so i can't be blamed. he wanted to celebrate valentines day. i just made things more festive for him.


wakey wakey, dean.

something to be thankful for: dean's meats weren't hexed off.
or turned into his favorite: the female reproductive system.

I knew there was something I had forgotten. Blogging! As a hunter these weeks have been busy. Very insane. Just ask Sam. Or not, he's sprawled across his bed at the moment. I'm trying to figure out what I should occupy myself with before waking him up and drive to.. well hell, I forgot what Sam said earlier.

This motel room is by the way one of the ugliest so far and really gives me the creeps.

Dean broke the laptop, so we couldn't update here.
Off of that, we've been having a slow start to January with the demon hunting thing. I'm not sure if we should be worried or relieved. Dean's enjoying the "off-time", I've been trying to make an electronic copy of dad's journal, so we always have two copies somewhere. That's been slow.

I won. I haven't been this sick since... I don't remember. Dean was close, if he didn't spill his last beer when I finished mine.

Everything's loud. I need more sleep.


Happy New Year.