So, we're stuck in some creepy house with some even creepier guy off the TV - just what I need!

Of course, Sammy seems to actually like this freak, Jane, so maybe that's a good thing. Maybe it will keep his mind off 'Moonie' and what she did to that kid.

Sam still has forgiven himself for that, even though I keep tellin' his sorry ass it was the spook to blame. He didn't kill the girl. Hell, he was trying to save her. But well, if you know my brother, you know he ain't likely to let that little detail get in his conscience's way.

Me, I'm more worried about how we get outta this joint in one piece and away from the psychic wonder boy that is Patrick Jane. I swear the dude is so annoying I'm gonna swing for him soon. I mean, c'mon! Him and his CBI buddies set this whole whacked out trap up and now we're all stuck in it.

Way to go Feds....

Ugh, gotta run, looks like everybody's favorite dust cloud just dropped in for a visit, and she ain't looking too happy....

Yeah so this place sure don't get any luckier for the Winchesters.

You know, if I never see Lawrence again in my lifetime, it'll be too soon.

And yet, I can't leave.

I can't.

'Cause Dad's still here. 

And Winchesters never leave a man behind.

I gotta get him outta there.  I don't know how.  But I ain't leaving him to rot in no alternate whatever for five months.  I know that for damn sure.

Sam wants to leave, I know he does, and I get why, I do, but I just can't.  Not with Dad still...

I hate this freakin' place.  But I can't leave.

And Sammy?  What do I tell Sammy?  I trust you, I don't think you're evil, you're not gonna go like that yellow-eyed sonofabitch you put down with the power of your mind?  Is that what I tell my little brother?  The little brother who froze me so I wouldn't go running after Dad?

And yeah.  I know it was stupid and Sammy probably saved my life.  Did save my life.  But... he's never done that before.  Used his psychic mojo on me.  I wasn't lying when I told him I trust him.  I do.  But seeing your baby brother doing something like that with the power of his mind?  Stopping me in my tracks?  Killing another version of himself?  Well that's some effed up crap right there and I'm kinda struggling to know how to deal with it.  I love the kid.  He's my best friend.  I'd do anything for him - I'd die for him.  And I know that other me sold his soul for him.  And I'd do it.  In a heartbeat.  But... it's hard to see someone you love kill someone else - someone else who looks exactly like him - just by thinking about it.

But Sam?  He may be a mirror, but he only reflected what was on that freak's surface.  He only reflected his face.  Deep down?  Not every Sam Winchester is the same as every other.  I gotta believe that.  I do believe that.  Because Sam and that yellow-eyed monster?  The only thing they had in common was their name and their meatsuit.  The Feather trusts Sam.  And I trust the both of them.

It's gonna be okay.  We're gonna watch each other's backs, just like whatever was telling us to.  And it's gonna be okay.  And somehow?  We're getting Dad back.  We just are.

I was hoping for a little bit of peace and quiet... yeah, right, as if... especially after nearly being buried under a mountain of rock while being swarmed over by a gazillion demons straight out of some portal between Heaven and Hell...

Can you say Twiight Zone?

I've woke up the last couple of days with a pounding headache and wishing that it was from too much tequila... but its not. And if I say that watching my brother 'reap' demons didnt bother me... well, I might as well be saying that "I'm fine."

Still, I guess after all this time, I'm not really THAT freaked... after all, once again, Sammy save our skin... my skin.

But hey, the day hasnt been totally filled with bad news... Bobby told us that Sid Morrow was found dead. No one's for sure how, but considering our line of work and SId's less than friendly personality... my bets that the list of possible suspects covers everything from a pissed-off spirit to the waitress at some back roads diner. Face it- the guy made enemies...

So I guess I wont be shedding any tears over his demise... but then, Bobby tells us that he's not the first. Which DOES make me sweat just a little, makes me wonder where that demonic little she-bitch, MIa is right now. I havent stopped looking over our shoulders since we left Tahlequah, expecting to see her behind us, stalking us, just biding her time... I know we're not done with her...

but at least, there's one less piece of trash we have to worry about... Good riddance Morrow, hope you rot in hell.

So we just put our second Hellgate outta commission.  Or Sam did.  Or maybe it was Cousin Daisy.  Or the Big Guy (if you believe Gudrun).  Dropped a mountain on it's ass.  (Note to self: Ask Sam if Hellgates have asses.)  Strictly speaking it was a Conduit, not a Hellgate.  Potato potaaaaaato.  What does Gudrun know anyway?  Route 66 from Hell right through to Heaven with Earth just a truckstop along the way. 

Oh yeah, Gudrun's not as dead as we thought she was.  Showed up riding a moonbeam as large as life and twice as annoying and lands right in front of us with a bad ass sword for Volsung - yeah, he's back too - and some freaky Yoda crap for Sammy.  "Use the Force, Sammy..."  Yeah, and did he ever.

I swear to God, that kid's gonna be the death of me.  I mean I never saw anything like that.  Don't think I ever wanna see anything like it again either.  'Cause y'know, I helped change Sam's diapers.  Not recently, but you know what I mean.  To see your baby brother doing what he did today?  I can't...  I don't even...  Man.  I don't think Sam even knew what was going on half the time.  I was kinda glad he had his eyes closed through the whole thing.  I don't know what the hell I woulda done if he'd opened them and they'd been black.  Or worse, yellow.  I know this psychic ninja crap he's got goin' on is supposed to be a good thing (again, if you believe Gudrun), but damn.  Reaping demons?  Controlling earthquakes?  This is my baby brother we're talking about.  It's just not...right.  Need to talk to Dad about it.  Hell, I need to talk to Sammy about it.  But right now?  Not gonna happen.  For once, even Sammy's not hassling me to care and share.

Still, we got outta there alive.  With a cousin we never knew we had.  Sure, she's a freak like Sammy, but who are we to judge huh?  And even though I'll deny ever saying it with my dying breath, I'm glad Gudrun's not dead.  And that she and her blond man-mountain get to ride off into the sunset.

Seriously.  Las Vegas.  Wedding Chapel.  Elvis.  Dude.  That's one wedding I'd wear a monkey suit for.  Valkyrie and Einherjar warrior married by Elvis.  Maybe I oughta go suggest it...

God I HATE Kansas!  Did I mention that before?  And I hate fairies too - almost as bad as freakin' witches.  With their fairy dust and their little wings and their cutesy little goddamn bells all over the freakin' place.  Did I mention the dust?  So now I look like a reject from a Village People video and my car looks like Cinderella's goddamn pumpkin after a night on the town with Prince Charming.  And if Sammy calls me freakin' Prince freakin' Charming one more time he's gonna be doing a helluva lot more than missing one ball.

Goddamn Kansas.

So where are we off to next, kids?  Californiyay!  Ordinarily, little bit o' sun and a few West Coast Girls and I'd be one happy dude, but today?  Nah, we're not just off to California, but we gotta go to Palo Alto.  Stanford.  First time we've been back there since...well.  Don't know what it's gonna do to Sammy, but he's insistent.  That guy Zach - remember him?  The one I got outta prison by letting the cops think I was a sadistic chick-hating serial killer when the real bad guy was a sadistic chick-hating serial killer shapeshifter?  Needs our help.  Somethin' hinky goin' on out there in Geniusville.  Our kind of hinky.  Says his girlfriend's found some weirdo bones out on an archio archieo arceo goddammit where the hell's the spellcheck on this thing?  Oh hold on.  Archeological.  She's out on an archeological digsite somewhere outside of San Francisco.  I left my heart there once, y'know.  Werewolf got it and wouldn't give it back.  Yeah okay.  Lame.  But.  Y'know.  I got fairy dust in my hair. 

You know if I drive all that way and that skinny chick's there with the guy out of Angel?  I won't be happy.  Although she's a babe.  For a skinny chick.  A smart skinny chick.

Okay well I gotta get the computer in the car before Sammy starts to miss it and thinks I'm lookin' at porn again.  Like I ever look at porn on the internet...

So Big Bad John Freakin' Larger Than Life Bad Ass Hunter Winchester got taken out by a mosquito!  A mosquito!  It's hi-freakin'-larious!  I'll be dining out on this for weeks!  Seriously.  The guy's never gonna live this one down!

West Nile Virus.  Jeez.  "Told you it was a virus!"  Yeah Sammy Braniac Know-It-All.  He talks a good game, but he was as scared as I was.

Not that I was scared scared though.  I mean...  It wasn't like '92 after all.  Now that was freakin' scary.  When you're a kid, everything seems a helluva lot more terrifying, especially when your dad's a Monster Slayer and you know there's freakin' bad shit freakin' everywhere just waiting for you.  Just waiting for you brother.  I swear I can still feel that old witch's teeth on my neck even now.  It's just...when you're twelve and your dad and your brother are all you have in the world...  I'd never tell this to Sammy, but when we were kids and he was having nightmares about monsters and demons and things that go bump in the night I was having nightmares about the CPS.  They nearly got us a couple of times when we were kids - and Mrs. Vasilyeva wasn't the only time we ended up in foster care.  But she was definitely the worst.  It sucks only having one parent.  And it sucks ass when that one parent seems hell-bent on getting himself killed.  Every time he left us to go off on a hunt I wondered what the hell I'd do if he didn't come back.  How I'd take care of Sammy.  I knew Bobby or Pastor Jim would be there for us I guess, but once you get put in the system...well sometimes kids get lost, right?

When I was really little I used to wake up in the middle of the night and go check my dad was still breathing.

Jeez, I was such a little pantywaist back then.

Maybe I should delete that.

Nah.  Sam'll never crack this password!

Okay I'm outta here.  I still owe Missouri for making me mop up Jenny's kitchen back in Lawrence.  Some serious karmic payback's awaitin'...

Dear Diary:

Today I nearly fell off the roof of a moving train.  Nearly got offed by the spirit of a serial killer who died fifty years ago.  Nearly got stabbed and had my eyes gouged out with a ceremonial dagger.  Nearly got thrown into a Hellgate (AGAIN!) 

On the plus side, I met a real-life actor.  And Jay Stringer - yeah THE Jay Stringer.  And I made friends with a cop (every silver lining has a cloud.) 

And - oh yeah - did I mention the train BROKE DOWN on the way back to Richmond?  HUH???  Stuck in the middle of Pennsylvania with nothing but Sam whining about his poor poorly ankle for THREE FREAKIN' HOURS!!

So yeah, Sam actually DID fall off the roof of a moving train.  And he DID kinda save my ass.  Again.  But don't tell him I said that 'cause his head is freakin' big enough already.  I mean seriously.  Why d'you think he grows his hair so friggin' long?  But he kinda did bust up his ankle, so I guess I oughta cut him some slack.  For - like - an hour.

Anyway.  Not much chance of taking any long train rides in the future.  The more alternative forms of transportation I mess with, the more I realize that my baby in black really is the only way to travel.

And I still don't believe Sam EVER rode a Harley-Davidson...

Why is it my bro always has to think up some hair-brained scheme that involves some kinda tin can? I shoulda known the minute he mentioned the word train he was gonna want to ride the dang thing! 

And let's not forget, if movies are anything to go by, the good guys usually don't get the best ride on Amtrak, if you know what I mean.

 Even the food sucks. All this hunk of metal has is a tiny  snack car. I was hoping for a full-on restaurant or something. Still, there are plenty of M & M's to go around...

And Warwick - I like that dude. He's down to earth and he's been around long enough to know the lay of the land. I think I'm a pretty good judge of character, and I don't see the guy steering us wrong. 

'Course, given the amount of suspects on this sardine can, and how much we have to go on, this could be a very, very long night. 

Did I mention I hate bridges too?

   Anderson or Asmodeus???

Demon or Guardian?

Defender of the amulet or master of lies?

I just don't know what the hell to think anymore. I mean- what the hell.... the dude takes three rounds from a high-powered rifle- has a chest that's sucking air - is dying right before my eyes - and yet... somehow this dude crawls away????

Much less comes back to our room and steals Castor's dagger? 

How can he be anything other than a demon? How else could he have healed from those wounds? I mean- surely the amulet couldnt heal him? Could it????

There just sooo damn much I dont know. How the hell can I embrace this goddamn destiny crap when I have no idea what's going on?

Sammy told me what he learned from Bryan Castor- but still... other than knowing that there's others out there - like me- none of that info helps me for squat...

I have to assume that Anderson wasnt lying when he said Asmodeus was after the pieces of the Sword - but then Castor said not to trust him. But how do I trust what Castor said... I mean- he was killing friggin Guardians for god's sake...

I guess I just have to keep plugging along... meet whoever's after my ass face to face and deal with it as it comes. I'm sure not gonna sit back like some whiny bitch and worry about it. 

SO what if it IS Asmodeus- take a number and stand in line you bastard...

and if there's any other demons ( or humans) out there gunning for a piece of Dean WInchester's ass .... well then- bring it on.  I'm i the mood for a little ass-kicking action...

 If there's anything worse than a vengeful spirit- then it has to be the vengeful spirit of a kid. I mean, come on - first he's a kid - so he shouldn't be dead to begin with, but then- to think about what happened to cause the kid's spirit to come back - that's just not right. 

Mothers are supposed to love their children, parents are supposed to take care of them, not toss them away like so much garbage. And they're definately not supposed to throw their kids in some rathole like the Culpepper Juvenile Detention Center where asshats like Jacobs and Tyler take their lives for money.

I hope there's a special place in hell for bastards like Jacobs and Tyler- and parents like Stacey King. If there is - I sure as hell hope they get their payback in spades. 

I guess I can at least feel good that Brandon is at rest now. He deserves it - finally.

Crap- and now its raining - Just great- Rain fits the mood - perfectly!

Maybe it will stop before we get to Iowa!