No Son of Mine

A Lesson In Pop Culture Part 1

!Warning!~The following chapters have derogatory comments directed towards minors and there are going to be scenes of graphic violence and abuse further into the coming chapters. Read at your own discretion.

September 17, 1986

Dad told me today that he was going to bring me along on a hunt that he was leaving for tomorrow. I'm so excited. Even though I've been training more every day since Bobby's house, I haven't actually gotten to go on a hunt with my dad. Normally if I asked him on a good day if he was going to take me hunting he'd tell me that I needed to stay and watch out for Sam so nothing could get him, but if I asked on a bad day he would usually yell at me and call me names or just hit me until he thought I knew that I wasn't needed. I stopped asking when he never said yes. It hurt too much and it was easier to stay back until he talked to me.

It used to make me cry whenever he yelled at me and called me bad names, but then I only cried when he would hit me because it scared me and it hurt bad. Now I barely cry at all. He doesn't like it very much if I cry so I only cry in the shower if it the pain gets too bad. That's normally when I wish that Mommy was still here. Sometimes the names that he calls me hurt as bad as the beatings. Ms. Harrison was wrong when she said that sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me. That's why I don't want to go back to school. They're all liars and meany pants there. And cause Dad said it's stupid to go since I'm going to be a hunter and they don't teach you hunter things in normal school.

It's late right now, and Sammy and Daddy are both asleep in the other room, but I'm too excited about tomorrow to go to sleep. Dad said someone was going to come out and help him with the hunt. I want to know who it is! Dad doesn't go out with other hunters or talk to as many people as he used to do, so I thought that he might've lost all his friend's because of what I did at Bobby's. I'm happy that there's still someone out there that will help Dad even with me around, though.

I want to cry and scream and jump and dance and sing. I'm shaking I'm so excited and happy.

Sam has to stay at some lady's house while we hunt. I don't know her and she looked kinda mean when we went to talk to her this evening, but Sam ran up to her and gave her a big hug as soon as we got to her house, so he must know her pretty good. I"m pretty sure that's where they go when they leave the motel room for longer than half a day. I didn't put too much of a fuss up since Dad seemed to like and trust her too.

With Sam going to the creepy lady's house tomorrow, it'll be the first time since Bobby's that me and my dad'll be all alone together for more than a few minutes. I'm kinda scared that he'll get mad and yell or hit me, but mostly I can't wait to try and show him that I'm good enough to help him.

I should probably go to bed now. Dad said that we were going to leave early tomorrow morning to go grab the new hunter and to do some research at the library before we dropped Sam off and headed to the woods. I wanted to write everything down now so that I can have space to write all about the hunt when we get back. I better go to bed. Night!

D.W.

The next morning went off without a hitch. John was in a decent mood, Sam was excited to spend the weekend with someone other than his father and brother, and Dean was just plain excited to be doing something with his father that didn't involve watching his little brother.

Around 10 that morning, John pulled into a motel that was only marginally better kept than the one that they were currently residing in. He didn't say anything as he got out, so Dean took that as his cue and bustled Sam out along with him. They stood in front of the door for a full minute after John had knocked a pattern into the wood before locks could be heard jangling.