a diary is meant to be the record of one's days

[holytaxaccountant]

So here is an account of mine.

Mostly, I listen and I watch. I spend hours with mystics and madmen, in churches and soup kitchens. I walk through crowded streets, or I sit and watch the crowds, holding the amulet and hoping beyond hope it will flare with heat at any random passer-by.

I am accustomed to watching. I am practiced at listening.

Wherever there may have been a miracle, I go. Whenever there has been a whisper of holiness, I go. Wherever there is a reputation for magic, I go.

And all the while, I miss Dean. I am homesick and I miss the ones I used to consider friends, but most of all, I miss Dean.

(Do you search for me, brothers? Do you hunt me like you do the Winchesters? What will you do if I find Father first?)

Comments

[time-for-pie.livejournal.com]

You doing okay, sweetheart?





I miss you too.

[jnovak.livejournal.com]

Yes. I am well and unharmed. I just miss you.

[time-for-pie.livejournal.com]

Glad to hear it.

Not about the missing me, but the rest of it.

[jnovak.livejournal.com]

And you? How are you? Are you in need of my help in any way?

[time-for-pie.livejournal.com]

I'm doing okay.

I could use some company, though.

[jnovak.livejournal.com]

You are asking me to visit you, aren't you?

[time-for-pie.livejournal.com]

I'm saying I wouldn't mind if you did.

[jnovak.livejournal.com]

Where are you?

[time-for-pie.livejournal.com]

[Insert city & motel here...]

[jnovak.livejournal.com]

I'll be right there.

[ooc: Log? Want to start or shall I?]

[time-for-pie.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Sure! Will you?]

[jnovak.livejournal.com]

[ooc: La! (http://community.livejournal.com/tic_logs/214908.html)]