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Post by Raquel Knight on Mar 1, 2007 2:11:36 GMT -1
October 13th, 1995- War Journal Isnt it just a little too cliché to be researching a hunt on Friday, the 13th? No, I suppose cliché would be hunting on Halloween but knowing this family, we probably will. John is pretty motivated, more so than my father. So is Dean. Its not hard to say way. They lost somebody too: beloved mother and wife, Mary Winchester. John is funny on some rare occations. He is starting to joke around me more often. Not exactly sharing many jokes with me but after he watched me bend back the arm of a grown man (Dean) because he was going through my duffle, he lightened up. He is even blaming Dean’s bad aim on me being a distraction. God, I hope that’s not true. And by the look he gave Dean after saying that, I think he hopes for it too.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Mar 1, 2007 2:12:07 GMT -1
October 17th, 1995- Day- War Journal Over a week with the Winchesters and he is driving me crazy. Dean “accidentily” walked into my bedroom when I was getting dressed. The ass didn’t even turn around; thank God I had the shirt near by. Granted, it was Dean’s former room and he gave it to me- I suppose locking the door would have been a good sign of not wanting anybody inside. He didn’t even knock. John chewed him out pretty good though. Even cracked a few jokes. But later on, he sat us both down, explaining I’d have to leave if we didn’t cut down the teenage bullcrap. Dean has Sam to look after when John is gone, and I have myself to take care of. John keeps reminding me that its just the fact that I’m 16 like Dean and I’m only staying for the housing and because there is no where else for me. Guess that hope for being “The Daughter he never had” is lost.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Mar 1, 2007 2:38:31 GMT -1
October 17th, 1995- Night- War Journal Its strange. I never had actually looked at this journal before. I re-read every word that my father had wrote down when he died but I have never noticed there was a little white envelope clipped along with the other articles attached in the folder. When I opened it, I found a bronze key. I don’t know what it openes though. I thas to open something. I examined the key furthere and found “New Britain” ingraved on it. The key to New Britain? Doubtful. But I’m still curious.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Mar 1, 2007 2:39:35 GMT -1
October 19th, 1995- War Journal Off hunting a poltergeist… Poltergeist (German for noisy ghost) is a term used to describe a spirit or ghost that manifests itself by moving and influencing inanimate objects.
Reports of poltergeist activity typigcally feature heavily on raps, bumps thumps, knocks, footsteps, and bed-shaking, all without a discernible point of origin or physical reason for occurrence. Many accounts also detail objects being thrown about the room, furniture being moved, and even people being levitated. Though rare, a few poltergeists have been known to speak, including the The Bell Witch in 1817 and Gef the Talking Mongoose in 1931I think I’m getting through to the Winchesters- Kinda. When hunting, there was a point where I had helped John. Granted, I ended up bruised and yelled at by Mr. Winchester, I just couldn’t stop smiling. Every time I see a bowling ball being hurled across the room towards me, I will remember John’s voice, “How could you risk yourself? You don’t owe me nothing” I will smile. I think he just got angry because hes starting to warm up to me and doesn’t want to. Now, I’m layin in my bed (which was formerly Dean’s bed) watching TV with a smile on my face. I love my new family.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Mar 1, 2007 2:40:09 GMT -1
October 27th, 1995- War Journal Sam Winchester is the funniest thing. Him and Dean tired to play Operation in the back seat of John’s truck while driving and they’re just brothers being brothers. I was supposed to to play winners (which was Sam- though I think Dean let him win) but I think when he passed out on our laps afterwards, it was clear that he didn’t want to play anymore. Dean and I just talked the rest of the night’s drive. We were talking about hunting and he kept saying that I was his little sister and he needed to protect me. I don’t know if that’s John talking though him or really Dean. Either way, its for the best. It just got me so peeved and I’ve actually been really good at convincing myself that I have no feelings for him and he has no feelings towards me. And now, with him talking about me being his little sister, I guess I don’t have to convince myself. It’s the truth. Though, part of me wonders if its just an act. Just something to get me to back off. Its working.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Mar 1, 2007 2:40:40 GMT -1
October 30th, 1995- War Journal I asked John about my father- finally letting him know the real family name- and he said something I’ll never forget. He said he was a good man. He actually knew him. He said they met at the RoadHouse and I just cant believe it. I was so caught up in the moemnt that I asked him about the key. He said he has an idea of what its to, so I let him have it. Tomorrow, however, is Halloween and hes hunting. Hes hunting but wont let us know what or let us come.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Mar 1, 2007 2:41:04 GMT -1
October 31st, 1995- War Journal Halloween is finally here. Johnny Boy left early this morning and we have nothing to do! Nothing besides watch Sam. Dean and I were talking about taking him trick-or-treating by didn’t know if that would be weird for him since he doesn’t seem like the he’d enjoy Halloween much. We’ll have to buy him some popcorn balls and have a party of our own. Dean is talking about unlocking John’s liquor cabinate and have a few drinks. Look at “Big brother" always all talk. In all honesty, I was actually considering to dress up today. But it wouldnt be for much since nobody else would be and I dont have cash to throw around like that.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Mar 1, 2007 2:41:24 GMT -1
November 5th, 1995- War Journal John came back. He said he battled a demon and on his way back, he checked up about that key. But something really weird happened. He wouldn’t tell me anymore about it. Just asked if he can keep it. When I asked why he wanted it, he just said itwa s another step closer to Samuel Colt. Whatever that means. But I let him have my little key to New Britain since he liked it so much.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Mar 9, 2007 3:15:10 GMT -1
November 12th, 1995- War Journal While we were hiking (yes, hiking though didnt find a thing- turned out to be a spoof) John gave Dean and I a little present. A riddle. Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till its guts come out. What is it?It didn't take us much time considering we're both hunters but Dean beat me to it. A gun.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Mar 9, 2007 3:16:59 GMT -1
November 13th, 1995- War Journal Dean and I begged for yet another brain teaser from John. You must keep this thing, its loss will affect your brothers. For once yours is lost, it will soon be lost by others.This one, unlike the stupid gun riddle, I got. Your temper...
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Post by Raquel Knight on Mar 31, 2007 21:53:18 GMT -1
(I’m going to have to thank Dean for helping me out with this one) November 21th, 1995- War Journal Another day, another hunt, another story and I only wish another dollar were involved. John went off to hunt a poltergeist that apparently was haunting this one house. But no. He brought home a ledger from that house and that son of a bitch attached itself to the ledger that Dean and I were carrying when John went back to the house. What the hell kind of spirit attaches itself to a book? Anyways, a few things happened… Dean and I were bringing the car to a mechanic since it was making this rattling noise. Dean said he could fix it and I know a bit about cars myself but John told us to bring it to this guy since Sam was going to be in that car and he didn’t want his youngest son’s life at risk. But if it was Dean and I in the car? Oh no problem, then we can foul up the car as much as we want. Anyways, Dean had the ledger and we had parked the car inside the garage and its early morning so it was still dark though, it said it was supposed to be open. But when we went in, nobody was there. So we go in a little further, to the office to be exact, and the only exit door slams closed on us and locks from the other side. It took us about an hour, well, it took Dean about an hour to figure out that he wasn’t able to kick down the door. I was just sitting there, staring at the wall that I was chucking a ball towards… in the dark… and was just waiting for Dean to just curse and give up. He finally did. He slid down next to me on the wall, just looking me over as I sighed. “You know I’ll get us out, right?” He asked me. “I know,” I said. I didn’t look at him though. Just kept staring at the wall in front of me, throwing the ball as it made that pop sound. “I’m you’re ‘little sister’, after all” I was still so angered by him saying that to me and I couldn’t help but think it was just him saying that to keep me at bay. I felt his eyes continue to stare into my skin when I locked my eyes on the wall, waiting for the ball to return to me before he stuck out his fist in mid air, and caught the ball. It was then where I finally shot my eyes over to him. “You know that’s not true.” He said sternly. “I do?” I had to question. Who wouldn’t? He called me his little sister; what was I supposed to think. “Roc… what else can we be?” He asked and I knew it was rhetorical question, he just said it to prove a point. That we couldn’t be anything else. “According to you? Nothing, I know that.” I answered since I just figured that’s what he wanted to hear. But he just shook his head and looked away from me like he was disappointed to hear I wouldn’t fight for this. Out of… I don’t know what he was feeling at the time, he threw the ledger to the wall. That triggered it. I saw Dean’s eyes widen when he stood, and walked over to the ledger. He started looking through some notes and I was just so dumfounded that I had to stare at him while he was doing it. “We’re idiots,” He said out loud. Duh, even I knew that. “The ledger. It belonged to the man of the house. But uh… it was less of a ledger and more of a diary.” He explained. Looking up at me, he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his lighter. Flicking it open, he did probably the smartest thing he did that whole evening. He burned that ledger. Watching it light up, he threw it in the garbage can and then put a lid on it for the fire to burn out. I couldn’t help but look up at him and grin before pushing myself up and just ran to the door. Turning the knob, I was ready to get the hell out of there before I found out that uh oh, the spirit didn’t do something nice and unlock the door. I whip back around to Dean, my face showing that when I saw that the sun was coming up. And how did I know that the sun was coming up? A window. Yes, we were that dumb. Dean saw the rays of light coming in too and we both make a mad dash to it but it’s a little high for us to get to. “Give me a boost,” I said naturally to Dean as he linked his hands together and I put my foot on top of them, pushing my weight on it to reach the window. I was just waiting for Dena to make a comment on my ass. And of course though, with my luck, I totally forgot that in the back of my knees, my jeans had slits on them. Add some skin to Dean’s view. I finally get the window open and push myself through, nearly kicking Dean in he head as I shimmied my way through that hole though at that moment, I couldn’t give a damn about Dean’s well being. Pushing myself up from the ground, I run around back into the garage, all the way to the back office again. Seeing Dean through the glass, waiting by the door with a big smile on his face was priceless, not to mention, beautiful. Putting out a smile myself, I open the door for him and he does probably the dumbest thing he could have done at the moment. Grabbing my shoulders, he pulled me to him and kissed me. I still feel his lips on mine this very moment but I hated that he was the one who let go and stared down at me. He looked so tall. Smiling again, he laughed awkwardly when trying to avoid my touch and walk back to his car. “Nice job.” He said. Left hanging by a boy. Who would have thought?
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Post by Raquel Knight on Apr 7, 2007 17:54:42 GMT -1
November 22th, 1995- War Journal Uhg, he keeps avoiding me and I hate it! Its been one day since he kissed me and hes said less than nothing to me. I've descovered something though in a fit of anger. Dean’s dictionary. DEANIALMain Entry: dea·ni·al Pronunciation: dee-'nI-&l Function: noun 1 : refusal to admit to the truth of a matter despite strong evidence to the contrary eg: like him admitting he likes me. 2.: inability to accept that you may be unable to solve all problems eg: he NEVER tells me he needs help even when he clearly does 3.: continued belief that asserting something is true will make it so eg: lets not even get into that. PROMISEMain Entry: prom·ise Function: noun 1: a declaration or manifestation esp. in a contract of an intention to act in a specified way that gives the party to whom it is made a right to expect its fulfillment except if it involves telling me the truth. Uhg… Dean Winchester…
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Post by Raquel Knight on Apr 28, 2007 17:30:55 GMT -1
November 24th, 1995- Thanksgiving- War Journal I know John is probably one of the most hardcore fathers I've ever met with how he rides his kids to be soldiers but at least he bought a turkey... However, did that give us freedom from all things difficult? Of course not. John gave us all jobs. Dean got turkey, Sam got setting up the table and I've got side dishes. We all got cleaning thankfully but John just got making sure the house doesn’t burn down again. I guess its fair with Dean's cooking... The dinner actually wasn’t bad. I enjoyed it. And cleaning up afterwards was a whole lot more fun than making dinner, but still not as good as eating it. Again, we split it up into jobs. I got soaping up the dishes, Dean got to rinse them off and Sam got drying them. Poor Sammy drew the short straw since as he was carrying a dish to put it away; I had a nice amount of soap on my fingers and got him right in the cheek. That started it all. A big soapy fight in the kitchen.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Apr 28, 2007 19:15:28 GMT -1
November 29th, 1995- War Journal Thanksgivings over and Sam asked me about what I was getting him for Christmas. He really is a sneaky monkey with that. And as a joke back, I told him more board games for him, Dean and I to play with while we’re driving. I think he believed me too. But then Dean ruined the innocent moment Sam and I had by requesting a game with me in Twister. I sorta blushed away from that one.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Apr 28, 2007 19:16:05 GMT -1
November 30th, 1995- War Journal. Still thinking about the damned Twister game with Dean. Honestly, doesn’t he know he’s driving me crazy? Does he feel something or not?
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