AUGH HIGH PICHTED NOISES
This is what was playing on the plane. And speaking of the planes? That right there did SO not help Dean's fear of them.
So, what happened after the lack of crash?
Augh, I was SO HAPPY when Dean said not to say anything. Fucking bastard.
CHUCK IN THE LIVING ROOM WITH THE CANDLESTICK.
"WELL, MY HEAD HURTS."
WATER BALLOON OF CHUNKY SOUP. MOLAR IN THE HAIR.
SMART!DEAN LEAVES NO BLOODY HANDPRINTS.
I am so very happy we're fucking DONE with the addict/withdrawl thing.
Holy fuck, Sammy.
LOOK, IT'S CKLL! KRIPKE SEKRITLY TALKS TO HER. Also, I am judgey and would totally not be friends with her based on name and writing. Trufax.
And I love how she won't stop touching Sam.
Also, Dean is WRONG. Tilda Swinton, dude.
Sam's FACE when he thought Bobby didn't want him anymore. I honestly teared up a tiny bit.
MEG! HOLY SHIT, BABY! I LOVE HER SO MUCH, AND THAT CHICK? HAD HER NAILED.
"What was that, peanut butter?"
NICK, HMOG. Lucifer is fucking torturing him into agreeing. I hurt for him SO BADLY.
"Oh, thank God, the angels are here."
CASTIEL. You are a fucking badass mofo.
DEAN IS AN ANGEL CONDOM. Though my and Sophie_448 were talking in Chat about how we would not put it past Kripke to turn Dean into an ACTUAL sword. ALSO. How come Special Condom Boy couldn't hear Castiel? Jimmy could hear Castiel.
ALSO. Holy shit, Zachariah is a scary mofo. He IS Gitmo.
ALSO. GOD. GOD TOLD CAS TO GO TELL ZACHARIAH THAT HE WAS STILL NOT TOO BIG TO BE SPANKED.
AND THEN I FORGOT TO MAKE COHERENT-LIKE THOUGHTS BECAUSE NICK NEEDS A HUG AND DEAN NEEDS A SMACK AND SAM NEEDS SOMEONE TO HOLD HIM AND ROCK HIM AND TELL HIM IT WILL ALL BE BETTER.
Also, Lucifer does not NEED to lie. He's like Ed Norton's character in American History X. He's full of charisma and self-confidence because he utterly and completely believes in what he says.
ALSO. DEAN. YOU FUCKING ASSHAT, YOU CHOSE AN ANGEL OVER YOUR OWN BROTHER AND WERE ONLY LUCKY YOU PICKED THE ONLY GOOD ONE.
Seriously, that was S4. Boys being stupid and not trusting each other.
P.S. THUMBS WAY FUCKING UP ON THE NEW TITLE CARD.
MOG, yeah, whatever, maybe something coherent-like later.