And that's where I was trying to go, only you said it better.

I guess you're right, I guess the best thing to do for people is to coddle them to fucking death (literally, even!). That way they're nice and tender for the supernatural predators to nosh on! You know, like a veal. I bet you'd melt in the Laundry Lady's mouth. I may be a jerk, but you're lunch.

I'm trying to be patient with you, Ashley, but at some point you're just going to have to get the fuck over yourself and your guilt and your insecurites and reach real far down into yourself where you've got some fucking grit and just decide to stop all the hand-waving and hissy-fitting, and understand that shit happens. Sometimes it happens to you. Sometimes it happens to others. Sometimes the shit hits the deserving and often it doesn't. Sometimes you can help it and sometimes you can't. If Daniel is able to save his own ass, great. If not, thems the breaks. Your boyfriend is dead, and it's either your fault or it ain't but he's dead in any case. If you can't do what you have to do, then what are you doing. The devil was right. Unfuck yourself and carry the fuck on with some conviction. I doubt your life is going to get easier from here- do with that what you will. (Or don't. ) DAMN

Step 1- buy chainsaw. Step 2- prep chainsaw. Step 3- apply chainsaw liberally to beige husband. Repeat as desired.

Have you ever considered maybe asking about having a look at your aunt and uncles journals? You know what I'm talking about- those journals that the supernatural being formerly known as your cousin Kate had? Wouldn't your other cousin- TSBFKAYCK's brother- have them now? Maybe there's some stuff in there that will help you with all this weird shit.