This is not Los Angeles. Or Washington DC.

Or... Wait a minute. I can't feel the- Hello? Help? Teresa? Eddie. Richard?






... Castiel?

Current Mood: scared

A Christmas wedding.

If, you know, Gigi doesn't mind.

Hey Mom? Dad? Everything okay over there? Sorry I got you sick, Mom.

And on a side note, I got called for a job down in Charleston. Deanis, saddle up the horses. We're goin South.

Uuuunnnnnnhhhhhhh.....

Kill. Me. Now.

Tech-technicolo--or yawn comin' righ- oh God.

Whoa. Hey, uh...next time somebody spikes the coffee supply with the happy go weirdo juice? Remind me not to drink it?

I feel like I was somebody else for a week. And that there was a part of my mind that was missing...some big powerful force wasn't there, and it actually made me happy.

Yeah, not drinking anything but water for awhile. Or Mountain Dew. At least I know that's bottled and safe.

Edit:
And while I'm at it, where the fuck did everybody go? Tess and all her entourage, a whole shitload of those people from Neptune, all of them. Did God just clean house and not tell anyone what the hell was going on or what? Jesus, Gigi. You could have warned a guy that he was losing a surrogate sister.

Random nights I just miss being a kid like I was last summer. I don't regret what I have. I just miss that lack of routine.

A year and two days ago six tests spelled it out for me.

Six months ago people yelled 'harpoon the whale' whenever I was on the beach.

Tomorrow, my son will be four months old. Eight months away from celebrating his first birthday.

Where has the time gone? A year and three days ago the craziest thing I had going for me was that stupid wedding and those stupid drinks and that stupid arrest thanks to Lassie.

( Samuel Luke Winchester. )

Dean and Sam Winchester. Get your asses home for Sunday dinner. Your sister and your mother miss you and need to see your ugly mugs.

Jessica and Anita, Winchesters in all but name, your presence is required also.

I found some old home movies that Sam made with some beat-to-hell VHS recorder, and we're gonna watch them.

Deeeeeeeaaaaannnnn.....Oh, Deeeeeeeeeaaaannnn....?

Sam?

I'm having a problem. Kind of an emergency. Help?

Nevermind, hon. I'm fine. Embarrassed and never able to look your dad in the face, but fine.

( Gigi )

Kind of interesting, to wonder where you'd be if you'd made different choices a year ago.

God, a year.

...and how is the most beautiful wife to be on the planet?

Jess? I've got a bottle of wine with our names on it...and a cabin with a huge fireplace rented for the weekend.

Gosh, you go on vacation for almost two months and barely a note on your desk? That my friends, is heavenly.

Hope you all didn't panic too much and. . oh. I'll be off of work again in a little bit for a good while. But I'm back for now. Anyone find themself knocked up since I hit the otherworld beach?

Aside from me? Lord help, I'm giggling.

Took a Black Dog down up in Connecticut. Apparently back in the day the town sheriff would hang criminals at the crossroads, to keep their spirits from finding rest. Which just leaves a hell of a mess for hunters. And Black Dogs are attracted to those kind of places anyway. Used a new blend of rock salt and consecrated iron in the shotgun shells to take the sonuvabitch down. Heading for a haunting upstate now, an old funeral home used to raise the dead.

Mary, you and Gen finally getting to know each other?

I miss her.

( Logan.... )

I. . .have truly lost it.

I swear to God I laid down after I put the baby in the bassinet, not. . .laid down with the baby.

They're still shooting off fireworks up the street somewhere too. Fucking kids.

Ace is not a fireworks man.

At all.

Hey Dad?

Sorry, I kinda spazzed...but Happy Father's day. You'll be happy to know I *did not* make you a macaroni necklace this year, meant to ward off evil spirits and zombies. I figure you had enough of them.

Jess? What do you say to a date night? Dinner and a movie?




( Dean )