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Oct. 2007-->Dec. 25 - Jan. 29
Jan. 29th, 2017 10:44 pmOctober 2007
Maple Springs, New York
Vengeful spirit acting out fairy tales. New twist on the oldest theme. Thought and will shaping expression of spirit's anger.
December 25-26, 20xx?
San Luis Obispo, CA?
Shot the crossroads demon, wound up in something out of Hotel California. Dean's here, doesn't remember the deal, thinks it's back before Dad died for him. It's him, though, no skinwalkers, no demons, might be amnesia with the trauma, but I left him in the hotel room. Tomorrow's problem?
Two girls here, too. One blonde, Stephanie. One, Native American? Indian? Snow White. Some kind of overlap from the fairy tales? Shouldn't be. Maybe I'm dreaming.
December 26, 20xx?
Still here, wherever here is. Nothing's changed. Dean seems fine. Kinda pissed about not having shoes. Girls seem same as yesterday. Innkeeper keeps offering us towels. Chef wants to know if we want chicken eggs benedict, chicken sandwiches, country fried chicken.
December 27, 20xx
Ghosts in the hotel. Not haunting, just here. Salting doors and windows.
January 1, 20xx
New arrivals. 29 of them. No one Dean and I recognized but Henry Winchester recognized me. Us. Dad's father. He hummed the tune Dad used to. It was from a music box. He'd been clawed. By a "Knight of Hell" (cross-reference? nothing in the journal) who wanted a key??? Came by blood sigil, blood calls to blood, Dad's dead, so it found us...
Dean doesn't want to believe it. Or deal with it. But it was Henry's journal. His picture.
We were supposed to be something called Men of Letters.
Also met: gorgeous blond wizard, Molly; nice but weird girl who reads minds (not demon), River; young girl from someplace called Westeros, Sansa; another really pretty blonde, spooked by me, no name (some kind of supernatural?); Australian cop named Robinson, from 1929; girl with weapons, recently killed zombies/undead.
Entries every day...
January 22
Met Rebekah today. Dean met her day 1. Details about Rebekah's dietary needs and Sam's "help" not mentioned at all.
January 29
Haven't seen the guy in the chair for a couple of days. He'd be our first to go missing. Really hope he's not dead. Going to have to look for him tomorrow.
Maple Springs, New York
Vengeful spirit acting out fairy tales. New twist on the oldest theme. Thought and will shaping expression of spirit's anger.
December 25-26, 20xx?
San Luis Obispo, CA?
Shot the crossroads demon, wound up in something out of Hotel California. Dean's here, doesn't remember the deal, thinks it's back before Dad died for him. It's him, though, no skinwalkers, no demons, might be amnesia with the trauma, but I left him in the hotel room. Tomorrow's problem?
Two girls here, too. One blonde, Stephanie. One, Native American? Indian? Snow White. Some kind of overlap from the fairy tales? Shouldn't be. Maybe I'm dreaming.
December 26, 20xx?
Still here, wherever here is. Nothing's changed. Dean seems fine. Kinda pissed about not having shoes. Girls seem same as yesterday. Innkeeper keeps offering us towels. Chef wants to know if we want chicken eggs benedict, chicken sandwiches, country fried chicken.
December 27, 20xx
Ghosts in the hotel. Not haunting, just here. Salting doors and windows.
January 1, 20xx
New arrivals. 29 of them. No one Dean and I recognized but Henry Winchester recognized me. Us. Dad's father. He hummed the tune Dad used to. It was from a music box. He'd been clawed. By a "Knight of Hell" (cross-reference? nothing in the journal) who wanted a key??? Came by blood sigil, blood calls to blood, Dad's dead, so it found us...
Dean doesn't want to believe it. Or deal with it. But it was Henry's journal. His picture.
We were supposed to be something called Men of Letters.
Also met: gorgeous blond wizard, Molly; nice but weird girl who reads minds (not demon), River; young girl from someplace called Westeros, Sansa; another really pretty blonde, spooked by me, no name (some kind of supernatural?); Australian cop named Robinson, from 1929; girl with weapons, recently killed zombies/undead.
Entries every day...
January 22
Met Rebekah today. Dean met her day 1. Details about Rebekah's dietary needs and Sam's "help" not mentioned at all.
January 29
Haven't seen the guy in the chair for a couple of days. He'd be our first to go missing. Really hope he's not dead. Going to have to look for him tomorrow.
