ZMOG! IT'S ON!
I totally giggled at the previews.
Creepy people in a creepy painting.
"Kind of" creepy? Try "Way."
Tell me he moves his head. Tell me he moves his head. Ha! He moved his head!
Candle by the bed? Not real good.
What's that thing that wasn't in the painting that was the first time?
Ew squish? DUDE!
Hee. It squished.
Dean's a playa.
TV Scouts? Ha!
Gah so much hot.
"I talked to my producer."
HA! SAMMY! Dude. Dean hungover and sleeping and Sammy honking the horn to wake him up rocks.
You know what this means, right? Dean had a canon drunk threesome last night.
Dude; with the food again. Dean's totally always eating.
Sam Connors? You loser.
Dean, again with the mouth full of food.
As they get kicked out.
Dude. Metallicar needs a wash.
Oh my God. The room. My eyes hurt.
Hee. "Take one for the team." So he's T-Bag and she's Colin Mocherie now?
Poor Sammy, he's been all dateless.
Sammy checking the wine list was cute.
Pre-Law, no law school. Take Note.
No Sara, Sammy's a loser but we still love him.
Gee. She lost her Ma. Boo friggen hoo Mary friggen Sue.
*Whimpers* Sammy's eyes look hurt.
Nnng. Dean should always either be cleaning guns or sharpening knives. Always. Or sticking things in his mouth.
Oh God. I actually, verbally groaned when they climbed that fence. Sweet Sassy Mollasy.
And the breaking in? Was hot too, and the running and everything.
It's gonna come back.
It's gonna come back, it's gonne come back!
I knew it!
They boys need to always be climbing things hotly.
Dude. Dean lost his wallet. I love you but you're a big stupid-head.
OOH! DEAN IS A SMOOTH MOTHERFUCKER! HA!
Wow. Sammy looks awkward.
"OH MY GOD! [...] That painting... looks so good." Smooth dumbass. God. Dean got all the Smooth Genes in that family.
"NEW TITANIC SINKS" Proclaims the headline in the paper with the Isaiah thing.
That family is fucking creepy.
It's the doll or the little girl. How do I know this? Pokemon.
"Columbian neckties?" Dean you freak.
Hee, Sammy's cranky cause he needs some sexxxin.
DUDE. "NOT THE MAIN PART." DUDE.
Why the hell would you buy that painting? Have you seen it?
Silent Hill commercial.
Yay Dean! You lockpicking madman!
Yeah, she's dead.
Sara you're a fucking retard.
"Yeah well welcome to our world." Snarky li'l bitch, ain't he?
Of course she's coming with. She's Kate Junior.
"Sam. Marry that girl." That actually made me like her a little.
Cemetary's are creepy.
It's the doll.
Fine. I'll admit it. She's pretty. I still don't really like her though.
Sam's afraid of Celine Demon getting Sara or someone else. Dude. I've read this fic before. A bunch of times.
I NEED TO WATCH THE FUCKING PILOT.
DUDE! Dean just popped his head into the scene, beautiful!
Yay for gravedigging!
Salt the bones and burn 'em. Extra crispy style.
Twenty minutes left. I'm telling you; it's the fucking doll.
Ha! THE MUSIC! DEAN LOVE!!!
I fucking told you it's was the kid or the fucking doll!
"Sammy, you all right?"
Phones! The phones!
Salt and pure iron repel spirits. I knew that. Well I thought iron was only faeries but...
Creepy kid. Dude. Ring ripoff much?
"The masoleum." HEE! JINX!
OOH! OW! Oh baby!
Much love for Dean forgetting he can use the gun to shoot.
Change the flint on you zippo you pyro!
"Sam you good?" *Sam looks around a little* "Not bad."
I kinda wanna see Stick It just because I like gymnastics.
"I'll go wait in in the car." *Doesn't move*
Left her open for Season 2. Yay.
Dayum. Sammy is hot when he kisses. Mm.
"That's my boy."