Journal of A Man of Letters

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An BIG thank you to (in alphabetical order) Becc-j, Maichan and Quickreaver for the English beta.

Sam Winchester’s Journal Entry #67

Cas and I cleared out the warehouse, leaving Metatron and his silly riddles behind. It was a dead end anyway, like all the leads we explored thus far. So once again, the Scribe of God had the upper hand on us.

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Sam Winchester’s Journal - Entry #66

“There will be killing till the score is paid.”
Homer, The Odyssey

Sam Winchester’s Journal - Entry #65

Even in the life of a hunter whose basic occupation is to chop vampires’ heads off or fight against villains as diverse as the Scribe of God or the King of Hell, you have days, particular days, where absolutely nothing happens: the phone doesn’t ring once and local newspapers are only filled with random info about kids going on school trips or the heartbreaking story of Mrs. Sullivan, 98, who tragically passed away after choking on a peanut. Even the bad guys, like Crowley, are M.I.A, probably on vacation somewhere between Cannes and Monte-Carlo.

Today, however, wasn’t one of those days. I can even say it was rich in surprises and action.

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Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #64

I’m not used to driving something other than the Impala, let alone with Castiel riding shotgun.

After what happened at “Angels HQ”, Cas and I hit the road on our own to track Sean Flynn, the vessel of the angel responsible for the attack at the diner. Dean stayed back in Missouri and the Impala with him, leaving us with Cas’ “Pimpmobile” as my brother (rightly) calls it. This golden abomination is the epitome of bad taste, or maybe what is considered as “good taste” is somehow different in Heaven after all.

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Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #63

I woke up with a start, gun in my hand, Dean in front of me holding his iPhone, loud music screaming in my ears. If I needed one more confirmation that my brother had lost his mind, this was a pretty good one: knowing my reflexes, I could have shot him right in the head but some divine intervention made me stop maybe half a second before pulling the trigger.

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Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #62

I should be at a bar with Dean, celebrating, patting my brother on the shoulder and enjoying every minute of our victory over an enemy we’ve been hunting for more than a year now and who was responsible for the death of a member of our family. Unfortunately, there was none of that tonight, just a bitter taste of confusion and the unshakable feeling that the worst is yet to come. There will be no one to cheer happily “We made it Dean!!” or “I told ya, Sam” as our laughs were replaced by an awkward conversation in the car where we spent more time dealing with family and trust issues than rejoicing or thinking about a bright future.

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Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #61

Some cases are just another day at the office, while others, change your vision of the job forever.

While investigating a double murder in Chicago, Dean and I discovered something pretty big, and by “big” I mean Men of Letters kind of big. The town is run by five powerful mob monster families like in the good ol’ days of the Untouchables. I know, I know, it sounds like the scenario of a bad B-movie, but I’m not even joking. And I’m not drunk either, I swear. The Windy City is basically Monster Town.

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Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #60

A sore lip, an eye she won’t be able to open properly for at least a week, a knee sprain, a nose half-broken…Call it a tradition, but every time we say goodbye to our rare friends, we almost never leave them in the same state they greeted us when we arrived in town and, unfortunately for her, Sheriff Mills was no exception.

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Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #59

Some things are not meant to happen.

Today, I thought I’d finally take my revenge on Gadreel, that I’d get a chance to make him pay, blow after blow, for what he’s done, but now I’ll have to wait. The son of a bitch suddenly became a valuable bargaining chip in a deal set by Metatron himself and unfortunately, it was an offer we couldn’t refuse: Gadreel’s life against Castiel’s. I wasn’t keen on letting the angel go but between revenge and friendship, the choice was quickly made.

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Sam Winchester’s Journal - Entry #58

“I don’t have a drinking problem ‘Cept when I can’t get a drink.”
― Tom Waits

(57) Josie Sands’ Letter

Dear Mom,

I know you aren’t here anymore. But wherever you are, I’m sure you can hear me. I’m in the right career to believe that your loved ones still keep an eye on you even from beyond the grave. I should know, I’ve studied enough ghost cases.

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Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #56

I wish things would be simple for once. Just once.

When I left the bunker on my own to check out a murder involving a wife savagely killing her husband with a candlestick, I thought the investigation would only take me a couple of days, and that it was certainly a common case of demonic possession. I never imagined I would find myself peeking at a new page of the Men of Letters’ history, and at the same time, discovering Abaddon’s final plans for humanity.

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