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Mary used to write books like this one. She said it helped her remember all the little things, about the boys, me…I wish I could read her journals, but like everything else, they’re gone.
I bet her journals were full of Hunter related things just incase something exactly like this happened.
too many horror movies too late at night.
Horror movie fan. Good to know. Wonder if he enjoyed them as much once he found out about the supernatural world?
Half our house is gone, even though the fire burned for only a few hours. Most of our clothes and photos are ruined, even our safe—the safe with Mary’s old diaries, the passbooks for the boys’ college accounts, what little jewelry we had…all gone.
Whoa, that explains some stuff. Wonder of he eventually got access to those accounts and what happened to the boys' college accounts? Here is hoping he didn't spend what was saved. . .
Out of nowhere she said the next morning, I should think about seeing a shrink. How can I talk to a stranger about this? I never saw a shrink for everything I went through in the Marines, and I got through that.
Did you? Should've definitely seen a shrink for that stuff.
The police quit on the case as soon as they couldn’t pin it on me.
Figured they suspected him, but messed up they just gave up.
They don’t care that she was on the ceiling, they don’t care about the blood on her stomach or about any of the things I’ve seen since then.
What things since then??
I’ve been drinking too much, trailing off in the middle of sentences. I hear things at night while I sit in Sam and Dean’s room. Everything lately feels like those instances when you remember a dream a few days after you had it, but then you can’t remember if it was a dream or if it actually happened. I keep going over that night in my head…
So the alcoholism starts here as a coping mechanism, but clearly gets worse.
Dean still hardly talks. I try to make small talk, or ask him if he wants to throw the baseball around. Anything to make him feel like a normal kid again. He never budges from my side—or from his brother. Every morning when I wake up, Dean is inside the crib, arms wrapped around baby Sam. Like he’s trying to protect him from whatever is out there in the night. Sammy cries a lot, wanting his mom. I don’t know how to stop it, and part of me doesn’t want to. It breaks my heart to think that soon he won’t remember her at all. I can’t let her memory die.
Those poor babies. . .
Went to see Missouri for the second time, and I can’t explain it…it was like we’d been friends for years. She knew every detail, not just of my life, but also of me…my thoughts…fears. She was the first person who didn’t look at me like I was crazy when I told her my story…she just listened, and nodded, and then she told me she believed me.
So. . . if he didn't tell her anything until the second time, what did they discuss the first time?
She had a vision, and we found a bloody mess in a neighbor’s house along with the words WE’RE COMING FOR THE CHILDREN written in blood. I don’t remember anything between that and finding Sam and Dean safe back at Julie’s, thank God, but Julie…Julie was dead. Something just tore her apart. Missouri found a tooth in her body, I tried to draw it but I can’t draw.
What in the world? That's an unusual message to leave. Doesn't seem like Yellow Eyes style nor does killing this Julie person, but leaving the children and then there's the odd tooth.
Jacob showed up looking for the boys. I talked him into coming with me to a cemetery where I thought there might be some answers, and I got him killed.
Hmmm did Jacob come to see the boys or take them? Wonder what he thought about how little John knew of the life. . .
Then H was there. I don’t know who he is, but he saved my life like I couldn’t save Jacob’s. But he wouldn’t let me take Jacob to a hospital. He said Jacob was dying, and that whatever we were looking for, it was keeping him alive to prolong his suffering.
Super sus
and I stood there and watched while my car rolled into a quarry with Jacob dying inside. And all H said was, “Guess you got a new car.”
Huh? This is. . . odd. We know John didn't lose his car.
It attacks, kills, then springs away before anyone can react. Springheel Jack, Jack the Ripper, was a heeler, according to H. But H is the same guy who had me roll Jacob into a quarry, still alive.
Poor Jacob. That's horrible. Also, this H sounds suspicious.
H said he was going to start showing me the ropes. There are people who hunt monsters. They have a kind of network, moving through places like Bill and Ellen’s roadhouse. Bill is a hunter, and they have a little girl, Jo. She’s not much older than Sammy.
Ellen’s niece watched the boys while H took me and Ichi out looking for this shape-shifter.
Ellen has(had?) a niece? Interesting.
But what he looks like to me is someone who let grief turn him into a monster. Whatever happened to his wife, it doesn’t excuse what he’s done. And I can’t let myself turn into him. I’m not a hunter. I’m a husband and father who wants revenge for his wife.
Oh, John. . .
Here’s what I wish I could say to Dean—Your brother’s too young to understand any of this, but you’re beginning to. And that scares me. Since your mother died, I’ve seen unspeakable things, and now you’ve seen them and that’s my fault. I feel the darkness of the road I’m traveling on now. It’s not a place for you.
If only, poor Dean and Sam should've had a chance at the life Mary wanted for them.
He says he’s taking me to meet someone who’s going to let me talk to Mary, but before that we need to do a couple of things.
Curious indeed
Today, in a town called Blue Earth, Minnesota, I met a crazy priest who brought Mary to me.
He cut himself, and his blood turned into fire, but it didn’t burn him. And then the fire turned into Mary. Mary.
Hmmm this is fascinating
But it only lasted a few seconds and then she turned into a…I don’t know. Like the Black Shuck, a devil dog. A hellhound. It spoke to me, and said, “Soon you will come to me.” After it was gone, Jim looked at the hellhound’s tooth. There are numbers on it: 1127. Mary died at 11:27, according to the police report.
This is another odd thing. Like why mess with John? Can't be to get to Sam. They could've taken him when they killed Julie. And if they wantef John dead there's been so many opportunities. . .
