Sep 17, 2024
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7:35 pm
Sam winces again as he shifts on the bed. “Yeah, Dad, I think I’m ok. I’m just cut and bruised, I think. He didn’t have me for long. It was so weird though, the guy looked a lot like you, Dad - it really freaked me out”
John nods and leans forward. “It was a she, Sam, actually. A witch. She took you because...well because I fucked up. And I’m sorry about that son, so sorry. I’m so glad you are okay.” John wipes his hand over his eyes, unsuccessfully hiding his tears. But Sam’s confused.
“Wait, what? A...a what? I just know a guy that looked like dad broke into the room. We were -” Sam side eyes Dean before he continues. “ - We were sleeping and he broke in and grabbed me by the neck and I passed out. Then I woke up in that chair. How is that...a witch? What’s actually going on, Dad?”
Dean could see his brother’s rising agitation, so he gets up and moves closer, sitting right beside him on the bed, covering Sam’s hand with his own. He drags his thumb across Sam’s hand, keeping his movements so slow they’re almost imperceptible.
John doesn't notice. He takes a deep breath.
“Sam, let me explain…”
Here's the song. See what I mean? Weird.
Please don’t forget to check in on your friends. The holidays can be really hard mentally, emotionally and ESEPCIALLY financially. Let them know you’re there and that they are loved.
When I look at pictures of myself from the beginning of 2020 to December 2020, I see how much I've changed. My skin glows. My smile is more authentic. My aroma is more peaceful. I think eternally. My thoughts no longer run 100mph. I no longer feel lost. I no longer feel empty. I no longer look at my reflection and cringe when I call myself beautiful. I no longer crave the touch of random men to heal me. I no longer hang myself for what I’ve done or who I was in the past. I no longer let myself be subjective to pain. I have forgiven others, and most importantly, I have forgiven myself. God has pieced together my brokenness, showed me who I am, and made me whole. I will never be the same✨🌷