Dean's Doe

Chapter I

Dear Journal,

I love my life. Kidding, it stinks in the literal since. 

Regretfully, Screw You

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Its five in the morning, there's three inches of snow covering every centimeter within the state and the town has lost hope as to when the snow plows will come clear it. The younger children have spent their night hoping that all of the schools will be closed for the upcoming day, so that they can waste their day away playing in the snow and contracting colds of different varieties. Everyone is happy to get a day off from their responsibilities and be home relaxing with their family, but then there's me.

"I don't understand the purpose of having to be here so early in the morning when even grown adults are able to sleep in on this day, in their warm beds," I am angered at the fact that this has to happen when I believe that I am a completely normal adult in today's society. The only comfort that I have at the moment is the warmth radiating off of the scolding hot cup of hot chocolate.

"Now Ms. Young you know that these sessions are mandatory since the incident that occurred a month ago. I would advise that you open up and speak about the incident instead of complaining of the time and the weather," the therapist is a rather nice middle-aged man that you can't help to just hate with every fiber of your being. I hate being in this small room with the most dull person known to mankind, but I would rather be here than locked up in some mental home.

The incident was unforgiving when it happened out of the blue. It had left no surviving victims to sanely explain what had happened. Those that had survived where either too ill to make it out of the hospital, or where left to live and die in a mental home with around the clock care. I tried to reach out to those who were admitted  by making monitored phone calls or by letter. I was left with the unsatisfactory result of being told they were no longer able to comprehend basic communication skills or functions. Knowing that information I have come to realize that I am truly the only 'normal' person that has been able to recall the incident without being left with a mental issue.

"If I recall correctly you aren't the best therapist that there is in this area, but rather the only one that is available through my workplace. I will not talk about that day or its details. I'm only here so I can still be able to return to work," my eyes close with a smirk knowing that I am correct and nothing will change my mind. 

The alarm sounds signaling that today's session from the underworld has finally ended after a complete hour of silence from me and nonstop talking from the therapist. I wildly grin at the thought of not having to come back for two whole days to discuss 'my mental status' or hear that I'm not taking this session seriously. All of the time that I will have for two days to actually work at my job or to get some books read that have been sitting on a shelf for many many weeks.

"Oh no, looks like the time is up for the day and you have to move on to the next person. I'll be back for my ordered 'visit' in two days," the words escape my mouth with a hint of sarcasm and attitude. The therapist doesn't look  pleased at all and releases a rather large sigh followed by a nod and frown.

I exit the building and take a huge sigh of relieve to be free of the judging eye of the therapist. The snow has stopped falling and the wind has begun to blow making the temperature drop by at least five degrees. It's six by now and multiple cars have slowly drove past in the direction of the local grocery store, meaning that they have called for more snow once again. "I should've worn more layers than I had," I pull my scarf tighter around my neck and reach into my pocket to retrieve my cellphone. I remove one of my gloves to send a quick text to my sister to come pick me up before I hurriedly slide the cloth back on.

My sister arrives and picks me up with a hurried yell,"Get in before the warm air escapes the car!" I quickly do as she says and hope into the car with a smile as the hot air hits my face, turning my cheeks back to their normal pale color. I shed my heavy coat and remove my gloves for the ride and check the time. I have twenty minutes before my shift starts at the small hospital I have been working at since the incident. The ride there will take around fifteen minutes, including changing into the clean scrubs I have stored in my locker. 

"Thanks for the ride Jennifer I'll let you know when my shift is over," I exit the car and rush into the warm building holding onto my coat and gloves. I walk to the locker room and store my street clothes and change into my navy blue scrubs and white nursing shoes. I check my hair and make sure that every black strand of hair is neatly tucked back in a ponytail. I then clock in and start to get report from the head nurse leaving from her later night shift.

I walk down the hall and head into the new admissions room to start my rounds. I pick up his chart and quickly read it over before washing and placing gloves on my hand. I put a smile on my face as pull the curtain back and introduce myself, "Good morning Mr. Singer. How did you rest last night?"

"I was sick the whole night. Probably from that pie my brother bought," as he said this he grabbed the emesis container and released the containts of his stomach. 

"I'm sorry to hear that, but you are in the right place to be sick in," a smile crosses my face as I grab the container to empty it. I turn on my heels and head towards the nearest are to dispose of the stinky stench when someone runs into me, causing the contents to spill down the front of my scrubs. A scream is released within my mind as the stranger laughs and apologizes,"Sorry about that. Where's Sam Singer?" 

I point him into the direction of the one he's searching for and release a sigh as he walks away. This was the first interaction I had with Sam and his brother Dean Winchester.