The Journal of Ezra Winchester ✔️

A Journey's End (May 13th, 2033-May 21st, 2033)

May 13th, 2033

Dear Journal,

I know it's been a good while since I've written to you, but things have gotten complicated. I was in the middle of helping my family when all of a sudden, the bunker started shaking. We worried that it might have been an earthquake but they were actually hellhounds, sent but that stupid angel, Lucifer. I have had my fair share of fighting him but this thing doesn't want to go down, no matter how many times Mary and I defeat him, that dick always comes back even if it's inside of a new host. Lately, I've been seeing this dick in my dreams, or when I have an out of body experience. He was telling me things to manipulate me, it almost worked but I caught on. He kept talking about how I was special, that he'd need me.

At first I didn't understand, but it continued to happen the more it did the more I tried not to take it out on my family. My cousins and my sister. We've changed over the last two years, no longer do we look like we did back in 2030. We were a bunch of lost kids missing their parents. The night that the hellhounds attacked, our parents fought them off as best they could. But once the doors closed we were on our own. On the run from shapeshifter zombies and searching for any sort of life and help. I wondered constantly if my parents were alive or if my aunt and uncle were still alive. Over the years I've gotten stronger and no longer was I that sad and scared kid who only wanted to impress my parents, now my strength relied on keeping what's left of my family safe. I knew how my father felt at that point, how hard he must have worked to take care of his little brother. I realize now that I'm like that, that I'm not just my father, and not just my mother, I'm unique and special.

I know what you're thinking that this part sounds like the end, trust me it's not. Anyway, I'm writing as much as I can until we can get somewhere safe and to avoid those shapeshifters. I also need to admit that we've gotten stronger with our own gifts. More powerful, and still enemies would find it long and hard to hunt us down. We were possibly the last Winchesters alive. Mary was a wreck, ever since Jackson betrayed her and betrayed the family revealing where we all lived and grew up. How hard could it have been to track us down? I never trusted Jackson ever since I laid eyes on him. We've hated each other since, and if I ever see that bitch again, I will strangle him!

Yours,

Ezra.

May 20th, 2033

Dear Journal,

My family and I reached Castiel and Aunt Marina's house. We were grateful that Claire, Jack and Cass came to our rescue. We were going up against the seven sins and it wasn't fun. For the first time I was nearly taken out by those imbeciles and their pea sized brains. But it was weird, they went after my cousins and my sister, they wanted to kill them but keep me alive. I figured that it had something to do yet again with Lucifer. I swear that the devil is always coming after me and I still don't understand why, it might have had something to do with the tattoo on my wrist. It hasn't stopped burning since we got to the house. I understood that my tattoo only glows and burns when i'm near something powerful but that entire time I was around Jack and Castiel so it was hard for me to figure out what to do.

Mary and I also got into a huge fight earlier and for that I walked out of the house without a second thought. Yes, I was mad that she never told me I was an angel conduit and I know my mom's spirit animal was telling me that they were trying to protect me but that doesn't justify keeping things from me. I know that I was in the wrong, so after a long time of thinking I decided to go back, but Mary was in grave danger, I got to her in time thankfully but in the process she lost a lot of blood. For a good while I blamed myself for leaving, if I had acted mature and listened to her she would've been able to avoid going out there with those zombie shapeshifters on the loose. I've got to go and check on Mary now.

Yours,

Ezra

May 21st, 2033

Dear Journal,

This is going to sound crazy but I had a new plan. After learning that there could be a way to revert everything back to normal, I decided that the best thing would be to give Lucifer what he wanted. Even though Mary wasn't going to like it and I certainly wasn't going to like it. I made the decision to say yes to Lucifer no matter how much I hate it. The only handicap was that my plan needed Mary. I knew Mary hated Lucifer but she's gotten strong enough to go against him. I've noticed that she has started to practice more of her fighting and it got to a point where I saw her make a cardboard cutout of Lucifer and she started to fight it using attacks that she hadn't done before. I hoped that this plan was going to work. I pulled Mary to the side and explained to her the plan.

"What? No, you can't!" she screamed. "I won't let you! I will do it so you won't have to!" I had to hand it to my cousin. She's pretty fearless, but with her saying yes to Lucifer that was going to be a bad idea, the best bet was to fight back and even though she'd be fighting me at least I know she can do it.

"Hear me out," I said even though I was choking back the bile that threatened to come up. "Ghost mentioned something to me, it's about our ancestry," I kept going, "We're descendants of the archangels Raphael and Michael, with me being a descendant of Michael he won't be able to remain in control of my body because of this and he will be weak, but he will fight for control," I explained even though I really hated it but the plan was solid, Michael and Lucifer were enemies and brothers, due to that and with me being a descendant, he'll become weak. I mean I get that Mary could be the same but while she is a descendant of Raphael and one of Lucifer's true vessels it would make things worse. "It will give you the upper hand you need, but you'll need an archangel blade since only an archangel blade can kill him but leave the vessel unharmed." I was going to continue when Jack stepped forward and handed Mary Michael's blade. It imminanted some sort of power that only the partial archangel inside of me could control. Once the plan was created it was time that my family and I reunited with our parents. Until next time.

Ezra.