Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #46
Some people celebrate reunions around a beer or a good meal. Dean and I did it around the body of a friend lying on a hospital bed. Some things will never change, I guess.
Or maybe they will. Well, for some of us anyway.
Garth succeeded where my brother and I failed miserably. He left hunting and settled, happily married to the daughter of a Reverend. He even has a little house with a garden, the white picket fence and all… Ok, so maybe he’s a werewolf now and his wife will certainly give birth one day to a bunch of cute hairy things who’ll howl at the moonlight before going to bed, but if you take just two seconds to think about it, his life is closer to normality than mine will ever be. Not to mention that Garth and his new-found family may be monsters according to hunters’ standards, but when I look at them, it makes me wonder who the real monsters are: I have more human blood on my hands than these people have on their fangs, so trying to judge them would be rather…out of place.