Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #3
I’m starting to understand what Metatron meant by resonating with the world. I thought the chaos in my head had somehow stopped after we left the hotel and went back to the safety of the batcave, but it only got worse during the following night.
I’ve reached a level of perception I never thought possible. I can clearly hear Dean and Cas talking two floors below, smell the scent of the pine woods all around the bunker, feel on my face the wind that blows by the railroad nearby. I canalso see memories that were long forgotten, every detail.
I remember a drawing of Dean and I that I did when I was about two. I remember the monster that almost shred me to pieces during my first hunt. I remember this old watch Bobby used to keep in a wooden box and that we weren’t allowed to touch under any circumstances. I remember the pain I felt in my chest when I saw Dean being eaten alive by a Hellhound.
All of this chaos shouldn’t make any sense and yet everything is so clear now, amazing, frightening and beautiful.