Mary has been dead for two years. I’ve been on the road for three days, cleaning up a haunted building in San Francisco. Already these are starting to seem like an everyday chore to me. You get the story, you find the remains, you burn them and salt them. End of story. These were two girls, and the whole ride back to the roadhouse I was thinking that I’ll never have girls. Dean saw something on my face, or maybe it was just that he knew what day it is. When I got here, he came up to me and asked if I’d had a tough hunt. I couldn’t talk for a minute.
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Journal of John Winchester (Supernatural)
FanfictionEverything Sam and Dean know they have learnt from their Father's journal.... This is that journal Enjoy
