Randi <- Catie

Dearest Friend Randiriel,

How very delighted I was upon receiving your letter. Glad am I also to hear that you are in good health, despite you many recent encounters with the local law enforcement. Were I with you, I would have joined in your hilarity, ladylike or not as it may have been.

My family thanks you for your regards, and I hope it should please you that they are all, for the most part, in good health. My mother still suffers from her leg pains in poor weather, but as it is a condition that is likely permanent, bear no stress. She is a strong woman, if not then stubborn, and can handle it.

Ah but would I have such an exciting life as yours! I haven't a single interesting thing to report, and it has been much closer to two years since I was followed by an officer of the law. How very dull it seems my life has become. I shall, instead, tell you about the strangest dream I had, just the other night.

It was a fair spring morning, like any other, when suddenly there was a knock on my door. I went to address my caller and who should it be but my two favorite hunters of the supernatural: Samuel and Dean Winchester themselves!! Can you imagine my surprise, dear Randiriel, when they informed me that they required my assistance on a hunt! A demon hunt, if you can believe it. My mother was fit to kill when I told her, and demanded that the brothers hasten in their departure. No doubt she worried for my safety, as any scars resulting from serious injury would surely hinder my finding a husband. I informed her that I mean to have one of the Winchesters as my husband, and surely joining them would be the quickest means of gaining their affections. In the end, however, the brothers decided to forget about the hunt, as they had suddenly realized that they needed to run to town for some Ben&Jerry's ice cream. Upon their departure, I awoke in such a state of confusion that I could not help but laugh.

How very exciting life would be, if these two were ever to grace reality with their prescence. Would I ever have a husband half as handsome as either one of them, I should be the happiest of wives. As it is though, I fear I shall die an old maid before that happens. Truely my dear friend, you are the the luckier of us two, as you have already found your companion in life, and I would wish the bitter cold winds of lonliness upon not a single person in this world, least of all one of my dearest friends.

Alas! I have run out of things to write! Instead I shall look forward to your letter in return to this one, and worry not over its expediancy, for I know you have many pressing engagements (like watching Supernatural!), and would not want you to rush in your reply.

Give my regards to your husband and family. I wish all of them all, and you of course, in good health.

Yours Sincerely,

Catie