Dear Mom and Dad,
It's all my fault. All of it. Oh, God, it was all because of me.
Dallas is dead. Dallas, just an innocent, naive, hopeful man. And now...
We went on a case. We took Dallas. We weren't careful. And now, he's dead.
What I keep asking myself is why couldn't it be me? Why did Dallas have to die? Just because he was walked a bit slower than everyone else? Because he was standing too far to the right? Because he wasn't trained as well as we were? Those small, little things go him killed. Murdered.
I wonder, if I had never called Phoenix that day, if I had toughed it out and made my way home myself, or called Sam and Dean instead, or even prayed for Cas to come find me, Dallas could have been alive right now. Phoenix would be okay. They would be living a happy life.
Oh, God, what do I do? Phoenix hates me. She called me last night because she ahd noone else. Raven was at work, her parents gone. I was the only other person she knew.
After she told me about Dallas, she started yelling. Screaming. Cursing the world, cursing me, cursing all the vile creatures we have to hunt. I stayed silent, I listened to all of it. It hurt. It hurt more than every time I was stabbed, shot, beaten, tortured, and whipped. This was an internal pain, one that attacked from the inside.
Is this how Mom felt? My real Mom, I mean. This infinite, sinking sadness, murky and thick. I don't know how she delt with it for so long. How she didn't do what she did sooner.
Sam helps. I think he's the only reason I'm still going. That, and the burning hope that you're still alive. You have to be alive. He has to be alive. Dallas should be alive.
Daniel,
Dallas was a lot like you. Strong-willed, eager to learn. You were more... modest, though. Shy. He was outgoing. He was, he was, he was. You were. Im writing like you're dead. You probably are. Oh God, I think you are.
No. You can't be. You're not.
I think you'd like Sam. You're both bookworms. Sam and I can talk about books for hours. It's nice, really. When we went on our date, that's what we talked about the most. Sam's cute- he gets this excited look in his eyes when we talk about it. You'll probably gag when you read this. It'll be funny.
Kristina,
Oh, God. I can't do this today.
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