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single_man_tear) wrote2024-05-01 09:34 pm
single_man_tear) wrote2024-05-01 09:34 pm
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Wednesday Evening - MM 1B
Dean returned from Caritas, buzzed, and flopped down into a chair. He looked at his journal sitting on the nightstand and wondered if he should even bother about writing about the day.
He flipped open the journal and looked at the last few entries and re-read what he wrote the night before.
Kevin Tran.
He had been talking with Lana earlier in the evening about his life. And his brother. He didn't tell her everything but the last few days had stirred up a lot of memories and a lot of guilt. Seeing what Kevin had become yesterday had made it even worse.
Sure. He and Sam "saved" the world but at the cost of everyone they loved or got sucked into their circle. Bobby. Kevin. Charlie. Jo. Ellen. All of them died trying to help them. Sure, the world was safer now but at what cost? He knew the answer but it didn't mean he had to like it.
He closed the journal and put it back on the dresser.
There was a small chirp and Dean looked over at the pile of cell phones sitting on the desk. He sorted through them until he found the phone in question and noticed he had a voice mail.
From a familiar number.
He hesitated for a moment before hitting play and holding it to his ear to listen.
"Hey there, Dean."
Dean closed his eyes and chuckled to himself. Good old Garth.
"I know it was you who rescued Gertie"
Dean sat up, feeling a slight knot of nervousness growing.
"Gertie said you wore a mask. But she said the man who wore it drove a big black car. And you can't hide from werewolf senses, Dean. I knew that smell when she walked in the door."
Dean groaned. Rookie mistake.
"Don't worry. I'm not telling Sam. I'm not telling anyone. I get it. Sam's out of the life and I want that for him too. I just wanted to thank you, amigo, for saving my little Gertie.”
Dean took a deep breath and let out a small chuckle.
"You know Sam has a kid now, right? Him and Eileen. They named him after you. Dean Winchester Jr."
Dean choked on his own breath at that. Junior
”Anyway, I know you have your reasons for staying silent. And I respect that. Honestly? I feel a little better knowing you're out there still fighting for us. Even if you do keep it a secret. Take care of yourself Kemosabe.”
Dean couldn't help but smile just a tad. He ended the recording and plugged the phone back in.
Then he opened the journal and began to write. Dear Sammy...
[NFI. Voicemail portion NFB]
He flipped open the journal and looked at the last few entries and re-read what he wrote the night before.
Kevin Tran.
He had been talking with Lana earlier in the evening about his life. And his brother. He didn't tell her everything but the last few days had stirred up a lot of memories and a lot of guilt. Seeing what Kevin had become yesterday had made it even worse.
Sure. He and Sam "saved" the world but at the cost of everyone they loved or got sucked into their circle. Bobby. Kevin. Charlie. Jo. Ellen. All of them died trying to help them. Sure, the world was safer now but at what cost? He knew the answer but it didn't mean he had to like it.
He closed the journal and put it back on the dresser.
There was a small chirp and Dean looked over at the pile of cell phones sitting on the desk. He sorted through them until he found the phone in question and noticed he had a voice mail.
From a familiar number.
He hesitated for a moment before hitting play and holding it to his ear to listen.
"Hey there, Dean."
Dean closed his eyes and chuckled to himself. Good old Garth.
"I know it was you who rescued Gertie"
Dean sat up, feeling a slight knot of nervousness growing.
"Gertie said you wore a mask. But she said the man who wore it drove a big black car. And you can't hide from werewolf senses, Dean. I knew that smell when she walked in the door."
Dean groaned. Rookie mistake.
"Don't worry. I'm not telling Sam. I'm not telling anyone. I get it. Sam's out of the life and I want that for him too. I just wanted to thank you, amigo, for saving my little Gertie.”
Dean took a deep breath and let out a small chuckle.
"You know Sam has a kid now, right? Him and Eileen. They named him after you. Dean Winchester Jr."
Dean choked on his own breath at that. Junior
”Anyway, I know you have your reasons for staying silent. And I respect that. Honestly? I feel a little better knowing you're out there still fighting for us. Even if you do keep it a secret. Take care of yourself Kemosabe.”
Dean couldn't help but smile just a tad. He ended the recording and plugged the phone back in.
Then he opened the journal and began to write. Dear Sammy...
[NFI. Voicemail portion NFB]