The one thing that allows you to sleep at night. The one thing is knowing that these folks are out there, still out there, happy and healthy because of you. You great, big, bloody heroes. They’re your life’s work and I’m going to rip it apart piece by piece because I can. Because you can’t stop me. Because when they’re all gone, what will you have left?
Like my grandfather and certainly his grandfather before him, I am a Man of Letters, a member of a secret society that researches the supernatural. There used to be dozens of us but Dean and I are the only ones left.
As far as I know.
I’m not sure of anything at the moment. I’ve had better days… and better nights too.