Saint Dean of Winchester, the martyr, found out that I spent the night researching his "condition" and now he's pissed. Screw him. It's been a tense day in the ol' Impala.

I finally talked the Exalted One into deigning to stop for the night before we run off the road AGAIN. Of course, he continued to be his usual OBNOXIOUS SELF, which is probably why he's out drinking (I guess) and I'm sitting here in a craphole motel room reading Dad's journal until my EYES FALL OUT in order to SAVE HIS STUPID ASS.

I will not kill my brother before the demons get him
I will not kill my brother before the demons get him
I will not kill my brother before the demons get him
I will not kill my brother before the demons get him
I will not kill my brother before the demons get him
I will not kill my brother before the demons get him
I will not kill my brother before the demons get him
I will not kill my brother before the demons get him

Okay. Feeling better now.

Back to work.