"You and me both," he murmurs, pulling out the old leatherbound journal with the same quiet sense of reverence he always did. This was Dad's life, everything that he saw, everything that he came across as he was hunting the demon that destroyed their lives.

Sam had the right idea. If luck was on his side, perhaps it would work this time as well.

.. which is probably why an old and cracked leather book tucked on a far, low shelf suddenly seemed like a good place to start.