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To see previous logs that have been started by Dean,

May

❝ [wakes up in a hospital bed]

April

❝ It appears I've been injured
❝ [ lays back on hospital bed; exhausated ]
❝ [stands by the beach; watching storm]
❝ [ wears Cas's trenchcoat, sitting beside him ]

March

❝ Scariest thing ever? It's job hunting.
❝ What am I supposed to do?
❝ It's too quiet around here. [ sighs ]
❝ Marriage isn't scary right? [ twists ring ]

February

❝ Well, at least there's cheerleaders Tric.
❝ [note: don't worry. back in week]
❝ [wanders through the back door] ...Hello?
❝ Watching this play out...I'm relieved
❝ Obi-wan, I need a favor ASAP.
❝ Son of a bitch. Need help.
❝ Well, it wasn't a bad dream...
❝ [walks the Sunnydale cemetery, twirling stake]
❝ So...I guess I'm a dad.
❝ [He flips through real estate magazine]
❝ He'll have to do for now.
❝ [ sneaks behind him, covering his eyes ]

January

❝ continues training with some stupid sword
❝ fixing his jeep on the highway
❝ pulled his stitches again Goddammit. winces
❝ sets C4 on kitchen table; humming
❝ ...

Don't want to kill him anymore.
❝ I think I'm going insane. sigh
❝ ...They confiscated all of my weapons. ( flocked )
❝ [is doubled over in his jeep] ( flocked )
❝ Where the hell is my doorknob? ( flocked )
❝ Continues playing music loudly; singing along

December

❝ Nothing has changed. We still fail.
❝ Have a chance to say yes.
❝ downs a seventh can Son of...
❝ sits beside a tower of burgers
❝ What's with all the Christmas crap?
❝ Here I thought I was alright...
❝ They sent the wrong phone...facepalms
❝ It's like riding a bike.
❝ Can't wait to leave after that...
❝ drives around in his stolen impala
❝ Townsfolk think I'm a terrorist? Why?
❝ Cas, can you spare a moment?
❝ Sammy, I need help with something. ( flocked )
❝ still hasn't unlocked his bedroom door
❝ Cas, get your...whatever. We're leaving.