Demons: 0

Poltergeists: 1

About damn time! A haunted library! On Sam'n'Dean's Ghost Scale, this one was about a -400. Also P for Pathetic. Which meant we got rid of the ghost easily, and now, since we broke snuck in after hours, we're spending the night in the library.

Dean's catching some much needed shut-eye, so I'm using the Internet. I can sleep tomorrow in the car. Actually, right now, I guess, I'm taking a break. My eyes hurt, and if I have to slog through another drug-addled idiot's rantings on demonology in FLASHING REVERSE YELLOW TYPE, I think I'll set fire to the computer.

Dean's so cute when he's asleep. Like a little, heavily armed puppy. He's sleeping pretty deep. I could probably glue his fingers together without waking him up.

Dammit. No glue.

I can't believe

I don't

I hate this, but sometimes I think the demons are right when they tell me it isn't fair that I'm the one who has to carry the entire burden of keeping us, well, NORMAL. I mean, I DIED. That should entitle me to being the crazy one, right? Or at least having a LITTLE PRIVATE FREAKOUT?

Dean's a stupid, selfish bastard. Why won't he HELP me?

I guess I'd better get back to work.