The Only One

I do not own anything from Supernatural…

I was thinking about Dean and a journal. After I stopped laughing, I thought he might have written one entry. Here's my spin on it… Oh, and the rating's for some language and suggestive themes. Sorry about that, but we are talking about Dean.

The Only One

Dude-

Yeah. I'll call you dude. No need for Dear Diary. That is so not me. In fact writing a journal? Sam's piece of pie, not mine. Yummm pie. I might have some of that later on….

Anyway… What happened today? Are you going all Dr. Phil on me? Should I tell you? Yeah…. Right… I guess I could try. Ok… I went to school. Skipped third period with my girlfriend, Amy and made out behind the main building. Man, she's hot. Dark brown hair and deep green eyes. She's definitely the most popular girl in our high school. Who's the guy? Me, of course. And if you can't tell, I'm rolling my eyes right now, just because you asked. Anyway, her kissing is ten times better then her looks and let me tell you, she is hot. We've gone farther…. Hey! Don't be judgmental! I'm 16. It's legal. And really good… And if you lay a hand on her, you'll end up like Martin Brookes. Don't know who he is? Exactly.

What else? Oh, got my report card. Aced Honors Latin, Honors Math, PE, Lunch (Duh! How can you fail?), Theology, and World History. Dad said I had to take those courses. For hunting. And I failed Music – I hate the teacher anyway (Not to mention I always manage to skip this class… Cause? Amy.), English – Something about not writing reports on diverse subjects (My main one is Supernatural. It's real and it's out there. The teacher doesn't believe. Wait until he needs my help. See who comes running then. Not me.), and Science – Something about not listening to the teacher on the stuff that's fake anyway… We're learning about why people are 'crazy'. Most of this stuff – the things people are put in the loony bin for – is actually real. Like seeing monsters and saying the dead man with black eyes is after you. Whatever. At least I'm acing the things that matter. Things that apply to hunting.

Dad told me we're going to get a car tomorrow. I've got it picked out. Black 1967 Chevy Impala. Man she's one sweet car. If they don't have black, I'll settle for Navy Blue. No white or shit. And no pick up trucks. Or Mustangs.

Bobby is trying to get me to join the football team. Granted, Bobby's my best friend – in this town anyway – but still…. Football? I get enough action anyway. With Amy and hunting – not combined. Then he told me that after every game, win or lose, they have a party. And the guys take off their shirts. One with the best chest gets a few minutes in heaven with any girl of his choice. I might go out for the football team.

Today Sam, who's 12 by the way, asked me why my girlfriend's stomach has been getting a bit bigger. Scared the shit out of me. I called her and asked if she was… well, ya know. Said no. Amen. If there is a God. She just said something about cramps. Don't want to know any more.

This is getting boring. Whatever. Like I said, Sam's pie, not mine. Speaking of… I'm going to grab a bite of that. Don't expect me back anytime soon… Or ever.