The Personal Journal of Skye Winchester

As I sit here staring at a blank screen, the blinking cursor staring impassively back at me, I find it difficult to gather my thoughts and turn them into coherent words. Looking back over the years stretching out behind me, it all seems so incredible—so utterly insane—that there's just no way it could possibly have happened. ...but I'm here to tell you that it did. I should know, I lived it.

Who am I, you ask? Well, I'm kind of hoping you already know because chances are, if you're reading this, then my family and I are already dead. That's fine—it's long overdue and will be a welcome relief—I'm just hoping we get this into the hands of people that might be able to use it before we find out how it all ends.

Or maybe you're just a random Hunter that stumbled over it somehow, in which case the name should be at least vaguely familiar to you. If not, then I have to wonder what kind of rock you've been living under because come on, we're kind of legendary. Or maybe infamous would be more accurate? I don't say that to brag, it's just a fact, and not one that's been terribly easy to live with.

I suppose that brings me around to why I'm writing this damn thing in the first place. I guess maybe I hope you learn from our mistakes—we certainly made more than enough of them—or maybe it's because I want those of you that come after us to know that this is not a glamorous or easy life. There are no benefits, no cushy paycheck, no time off or sick days, and if you're not careful, you may well end up a monster far worse than anything you've ever had to hunt down.

And if you're very, very lucky, you'll die before you watch everyone and everything you love burned to ash in front of you.

0/10, do not recommend.

Reassuring, aren't I?

All that being said, the stories in this journal are as accurate as I can make them. I do freely admit to some educated guess and a little artistic license, but it's pretty impossible to avoid that, so just keep in mind that it's likely to be skewed toward my point of view. Well, that and some friends and family who have so generously offered to let me pick their brains.

Now, before we go much further, I need you to please be aware that these stories contain inappropriate language, violence, alcohol and drug use, as well as adult themes and situations and just a whole host of other unpleasant and uncomfortable things. I mean it, this shit is going to get dark, so if you're not comfortable with that then this really isn't for you. Might I suggest something by Lewis Carrol or maybe Stephen King? He can be downright cheerful in comparison.

I guess I should start at the beginning, just on the off chance that you have absolutely no idea who we are, though honestly if that's the case, then maybe you really would be better off putting this thing down and just backing away slowly. Nothing contained herein will make any sense to you and you'll probably just conclude that I'm delusional.

No? Still here? Well, don't say I didn't warn you...

My name is Skyler Summer Winchester, though my maiden name was Bleu. (And yes, my name was Skye Bleu. Get over it, I've had to). Now, where exactly is the beginning of our story? It's not the day I was born, of that I'm certain. Oddly enough, I don't think I can even say it was the day I met Dean Matthew Winchester and my life—my entire world—turned upside down and changed forever.

Really, I guess I would have to say that the beginning was the day I met Sammy, Dean's little brother, and the three of us hopped in Dean's '67 Chevy and took a little road-trip to Jericho, California...

A very special thank you to my Beta reader Emmyllou! Her works can be found on FFNet and Ao3. Thank you so much, Emmy! Couldn't have fixed this mess without you.

The complete season index, all tags and warnings for season one (and frequent updates), can be found in my profile.