Memoirs of the Supernatural - Phase 4 [COMPLETED]

Sigil 11

Yes, it was a mystery.

But I had to put it aside for a while.

Time progressed, we didn't. The only development we've made were about atrocious things, like destroying our relationships, which can hardly be called development but it's late and I'm tired and I know no better. Moving on.

Sam and Dean who were a textbook case of brotherly compassion and trust turned themselves into secretive knobheads. They were complete gannets not just with Bobby and me but with each other as well. And when the time has come to come clean to deal with these issues it led to more dissension. Where should I start?

(🎶Kyuss - Demon cleaner)

First let's take the smaller bite off the plate, shall we? As you know Dean was in Hell, literally. He was there for 6 months what to him felt like 40 years. During that time, he was constantly tortured and later the demons made him do the tormenting himself. Technically he could have refuse but eventually he would gave in, like any of us would. In Dean's case the result was not the same. A righteous man turned into a servant of the Pit consequentially breaking the first Seal and basically starting the whole pre-Apocalypse business we found ourselves in. Dean had knew jack squat about seals and the End of the World and what not, however he was later informed by none other than his former master, who taught him how to cut and carve. He was a demon going by the name of Alistair, who was captured by angels and it was Dean's duty to extract information from him.

Enter Samuel, the knight in shadowy armour. It's not enough that he has been seeing Ruby on a regular and basis doing all sorts of nasty things that tore my heart to pieces threw it to the ground and stepped on them individually. No. He also became addicted to her blood. Yes. Sammy Winchester drank demon blood to buff himself up. Ruby, that skank, played Sam's hero complex like no other by feeding him the perfect lies.

You might think that I'm only jealous given the circumstances but you're wrong, just like the rest of them. She saved Sam, she saved Dean, she saved me, I give her that, yet it doesn't mean that she's squeaky clean. Dean was sort of on my side when I told everyone to watch out when it comes to her but she kept on sort of assisting them slowly working their guards down. This way she turned both Winchesters against me because I'm obviously paranoid and yada-yada, moving on.

Like I said Sam has become addicted to blood which helped him to awoke those very same psychic powers that went slumber when Azazel died. He trained himself to exorcise demons with his mind and as he slowly turned more powerful he gained the ability kill them. With his mind. No séance or chanting required, just some over-the-top arm waving and it was done. Clean job, hurray!

An if that was not enough Pamela died. There was a case a few months back where the boys had to leave their bodies in order to see Reapers to stop a Seal breaking. It's a long story. Pam was the one who aided them but in the end her life was the cost of their actions.

I didn't take it well, nor did Bobby. We were both already two big piles of mess and Lord, he looked worse as each day passed. He emptied more and more bottles... The way he gawked into nothingness... Nobody saw that but me who shared a living space with the man. It was fucking awful.

Even Castiel had problems. He disobeyed and set Anna, the rogue angel free, which practically counts as a crime of treason in Heaven I hear. He started to doubt the purpose of the orders he was given and oddly enough he placed his faith in us, his human companions, or "the rabid monkeys" as his mate Uriel liked to call us.

That leaves us with me. Yep, you guessed it, I wasn't on my best side either. The nightmares, the addictions of Bobby and Sam, the ongoing affair with Ruby, Dean's guilt trip tied in with flashbacks about what was it like in Hell, the brothers' constant fighting with each other, the angel business and the ever-occurring spiral of questions...

Every night I went to bed in a weakened state of mind. Nothing seemed to help. At least I could sleep somewhat better and at least I had a friend. A very special friend with benefits – in a nonsexual way.