Memoirs of the Supernatural - Phase 2 [COMPLETED]

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Long-time no see.

Where did we left off? Oh, I remember now.

John Winchester was the only person in my life I remember always staying by my side and not dying – as funny as it sounds. Man is trustworthy and knows his business. I believe he also has history with Yellow Eye and Co.; there is no better candidate for the job.

Finding John... was not an easy task. Especially since I've never been to the States, had no contacts there what so ever and of course I didn't know his last name. We were on first-name basis for obvious reasons. It took some time to find someone who could help me tackling the man. Another hunter with knowledge came to the rescue after I put an advert on display on the internet. A few key words did the trick and even though some fakers tried their luck I'm not easy to fool. This guy was the real deal and he was called Ash (I was on the first-name basis with him too). His thing was doing a lot of research online. One might think he had a relationship with his computer just by the amount of time they've spent together. But Ash was a good lad, tried to assist me in every way possible. In return he just wanted "to meet me and shake hands, maybe grab a beer or two" = a rendezvous. I said okay and thought to myself how awkward will it be to explain him that I don't do dates. However, I needed the intel badly and spending a few hours with the guy who offered a helping hand isn't a huge price to pay. I'll buy him a drink, engage in a chin-wag share some thought about the weather and give him some money to bury our relationship.

Ash did all the digging. I gave him all the info I could remember by writing down some bullet points.

· His name was John.

· He had 2 sons, one of them is now 22 years old.

· He was in the UK in early 1990 during spring.

· He had a fake identity as an American government agent.

· He worked on the case of the orphanage massacre.

(🎶Christopher Lennertz - The Grateful Undead)

That's all what Ash needed. He also asked about John's accent just to clarify his origins but boy, I couldn't tell if he had any no matter how hard I tried to recall. Ash did his magic with his computer and within a day he gave me all the info I asked for.

John Winchester, age 52 from Lawrence, Kansas. Father of 2 sons, Sam and Dean Winchester. Widowed husband of his late wife named Mary Winchester. Ex-US Marine, now working as a full time hunter. Sounds just like the man I was looking for. The attached photo just made me sure that it was in fact him. He looked a lot older, gained some weight and grew a beard (aaand was still handsome, but that's not the point). Ash sent me his cell number, all 3 of them, where I could reach him. In return I sent him a small amount of money in advanced before we had a chance to meet as a token of my gratitude.

Out of all the 3 numbers only 2 was actually working. I tried to reach him several times keeping the time zones in mind but he couldn't be bothered to answer. I kept leaving voice messages hoping that he at least listens to those although I was kind of scared to actually talk to him. I know it sounds silly but that was the case. He left me in good health with people who he trusted and now everybody is dead or decided to forget about me. Without knowledge of my background none of the options seems to paint an appealing image of me as a person.

Eventually John called me back on a Thursday afternoon when I was packing my suitcase for a trip. Hearing his voice again left me with a most peculiar sensation. So nostalgic and so absurd at the same time. We talked about my past in brief sentences but most of the important details were already recorded in the voicemails I left.

John was on the hunt searching for the demon and during an investigation like this one in particular every detail counts. He was pleased that I took the time and put in the effort to reach him. We talked a bit about how the demons are trying to scare me and keep tailing me after... well everything. John also pointed out how unnatural this situation was. He's been in the business for over 2 decades yet he never heard of such a thing as demons tracking someone without hurting them. Now that he backed my views at least we can safely say that I wasn't making it up and believing myself to be such an important character in the big game.

Overall reuniting with the man who saved me went pretty well. We said our goodbyes but kept in touch. John and I agreed upon that I should fly to America. I need people who can back me up. Himself and his boys are suitable for that kind of work and if something goes wrong they can't protect me from such a distance. I told John that I'll call him once I scored a job where I can fly to the States. I'll get a visitor visa which is fine 3 months. From what I gathered from his words this should be about enough time to end this once and for all. John was dangerously close to Yellow Eye, and I mean literally. He lived just like me, with demons parking at his doorsteps, except they were there to dig him a grave.