“Two weeks ago, my wife was murdered. I watched her die, pinned to the ceiling of Sammy’s room, blood dripping onto his cradle until she burst into flames—looking at me as she died. The week before that, we were a normal family … eating dinner, going to Dean’s T-ball game, buying toys for baby Sammy. But in an instant, it all changed … When I try to think back, get it straight in my head … I feel like I’m going crazy. Like someone ripped both my arms off, plucked my eyes out … I’m wandering around, alone and lost, and I can’t do anything.”

“I want my wife back. Oh God, I want her back.”  

-John Winchester’s diary

requested by mydearchevy