Sam's Journal
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5/23/07 Demons: 3 Werewolves: 1 Go us!
Demons: 0 Banshees: 1. Ow. I still can't hear out of my left ear. I'm writing this while Dean uses the bathroom. We're at a rest stop somewhere outside -- hell, I don't know, somewhere in Tennessee, I don't know the name of the place. We can't stop; there's so much to do, so many of them to kill. Dean won't let me look for a cure for him until we've killed more of the demons. There's too much to do, he says. We don't have time for it, he says. Dean's an ass. I've been reading Dad's journal while Dean drives. There's got to be something in there.
Demons: 2 It's raining. Dean's driving. I told him I'm making notes from Dad's journal. That's sort of true. I found a few things I'd like to check out, next time we stop long enough to go to a library. God. I'd just like to stop, period. Dean's gone fucking INSANE. I don't know when the last time was that he slept. I think he sees all those demons out there as HIS responsibility. Not ours. HIS. And since he's going to He's He won't be [these are struck through] He thinks he has to kill them all in the next year. Like there's not another Hunter in the whole world, or even SITTING IN THIS CAR RI |