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DW Journal - Son of a Bitch! (#1)
by impala1979 (impala1979)
at June 15th, 2007 (09:55 pm)

The Journal of Dean Winchester – Entry #1

Disclaimer: This journal post is a work of fiction, using the character Dean Winchester as portrayed in the Alec Winchester Verse.
Timeline: Between AWV’s Tears of a Clown and Prodigal Son - Prologue.

Dad’s dead.

Son of a bitch! I fucked the Impala up worse than it was before. I think Bobby was about to tell me to let her go, but there’s no way in hell. He promised me he would get the rest of the parts to finish the job while we are gone.

I don’t want to leave her behind. Don’t want to leave anything behind ever again. Not the Impala, not Sam, not da

Talk about a screwed up Brady Bunch family, maybe the Munsters or Adams Family would be a better description for our fucked up family. Two of us raised to fight demons and spirits, and the third is my damn clone, who, get this, just happens to be a genetically enhanced super soldier. I bet Dr. Phil would have a field day with us. Probably run away screaming.

Alec. My clone. I don’t know what the hell to think about him. He’s me, but he’s not me. There’s times when I know what he’s thinking or feeling just by how he acts, cause it’s what I would do. But there are other times he will get these looks that are alien to me, even if he’s making them with my face. We have a-- a connection; like some freak-ass twin thing. It’s not the same as how I know Sam. That came from years of fighting together and being the only thing between each other and life or death. With Alec… with him, that connection is just there. Instinct.

One thing’s for sure, when it comes to what da that thing about Sam, we’re on the same damn page. Nothing is going to happen to Sammy, not while we’re watching. And we sure as hell aren’t going to be the ones to do it to him.

Of course, I’m not going to let anything happen to Alec because of whatever fucked up mess he’s taking us to. I know there’s something he’s not telling us, and I don’t like it. But I also know he won’t talk ‘till he’s ready. I wouldn’t.

Just wish that Bobby had something better than that piece of crap wagon we are taking. It doesn’t look like it will make it one mile, let alone to Seattle. And if I can’t get back to my Impala when this is all over, there will be hell to pay.

Damn. Sammy and Alec are discussing whose driving that scrap pile. If anyone is driving, it'll be me.


Posted by: jinnifanfic (jinnifanfic)
Posted at: June 16th, 2007 05:56 pm (UTC)

Oh, *Dean*. Just wanna hug that boy sometimes.

You did a great job of getting into his head. I could actually *hear* this in my head and it sounded so perfect. I'm glad that you took on the task of getting into his head.

Posted by: Kayla Shay (kaylashay)
Posted at: June 16th, 2007 09:56 pm (UTC)
SPN - Dean

Glad you liked.

I wanted to hug him while writing. Hopefully I can keep jumping inside his head as you write... I think he's gonna have a lot to say about Alec coming up.

I decided Dean wouldn't be able to talk about his dad even in a place where no one else was listening. Poor guy.

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