please explain to me why I have seen such an overabundance of every shade of
green imaginable today? I know that from a natural standpoint green is the most
common color in the visible color spectrum for humans, yes, but… it began to
feel as if no other color existed today except for the green hues.
historical context, today is the death day of Saint Patrick, and thus a day of
feast for many cultures, and along with that it is a day to celebrate the Irish
culture by honoring the one that brought much of it to Ireland. My only
inference is that this must somehow be related to the amount of clovers I have
been offered today.
There seems to
be quite the stir in terms of luck today as well, which I can also only assume
must be related to the global holiday of the celebration of Saint Patrick.
Well, that and the particularly larger crowds in the local bars and restaurant
areas, people dining out and feasting to their hearts’ content, unaware of the
danger that could face them should my luck run out. Frankly, it is a miracle I
have not begun to deteriorate at this point, and for that I can only be
grateful to luck.
Sam and Dean
are not particularly fond of the holiday with the exception for the amount of
alcohol and happy hours that run throughout the day. Dean is not too fond of
leprechauns, and also the feeling of luck that can be attributed to the day is
also the brewing ground for potential cursed objects to rise and take the lives
of innocents that were feeling particularly lucky.
This was the case in the past in
where a four leaf clover that had been cursed to turn the owner into the slave
of the giver, thus rendering a town nearly senseless as the item turned from
person to person, the original owner becoming all the more powerful every time
one of his victims passed the item to another. It was a confusing hierarchy,
which led us to not figuring out who the initial person was for quite some
time. We were only able to figure it out once Dean had been given the cursed
clover, thus making him subject to the original giver, a harvest goddess that
had a vendetta against her people.
Dean went through a fair amount of
trials during his tour as an indentured servant to the goddess, being forced to
throw us off of her trail by evading key questions and becoming completely mute
and motionless, a statue in danger. All
he could move were his green eyes, and after accidentally toppling him over on
more than one occasion (one into a grassy field that had recently been visited
by a wild animal I’m afraid), he was able to manually guide us to the harvest
goddess’s dwelling, a cabin filled to the brim with exotic flowers and green
orchards. It was there that Sam and I could dispose of her and free all of
those that she had imprisoned, and it was also there that Dean said a few
choice words concerning our hauling him around from place to place.
I suppose in sticking with the
original question of green, Dean’s eyes were a particularly annoyed shade of
the color. Actually, they were quite a few shades of a rather furious green,
one that, along with the vast amount of the color all around us in the barn,
made the entire scenario rather amusing. Naturally that made Dean angrier.