I am still rather incoherent. Ginger and I watched together on Skype and
we had late nite conversations (like this one) and then I proceeded to draw pictures on the walls with my monkey finger to try to elaborate on the EXTREME LEVELS OF YAY.
HELL HAD TO GO MAKE THEIR OWN BOOBY BECAUSE EVERYONE NEEDS BOOBYS, OKAY.
The Harrow Hell. Where Sam came from... who knows what he and his soul could have done for those in the pit if Castiel hadn't brought him back.
Ready for the Battle of Hastings...? I AM.
BECAUSE LOOKIT.
*Has been touched by the Noodley Appendage*