“I don’t actually give a flying fuck about Amy. You made the right call there Dean. That’s not how I see Benny - don’t do that,” Dean had his back turned. Sam placed a hand on his shoulder and turned him round so they faced one another. “The reason I didn’t look for you had nothing to do with not caring Dean. I was left alone. You were dead. ( Read more... )

Yep, lunchbox legend that we are, me/myself/I signed up for Crowley BigBang, just now J2 BigBang and probably Dean/CasBigBang.  Thank God for fan-fiction sites because the show is driving me crazy, just when I think I'm okay with what everyone is doing and how they're behaving towards one another spanners get thrown in the works and right now I'm ( Read more... )

What Henry told his grandsons and what Sam told Dean.

“Wasn’t much else I was good at but mechanics and when I joined up they put me in ordinance. I got good blowing things up. Anyway after the war, well, adjusting is easier for some folks. I ran into Elliot Ness, he’d more or less retired from law enforcement. One thing led to another and I ( Read more... )

Listening to Vermillion Lies' Wednesday's Child again and realised the lyrics and tone sung would lead one to think the last line of Monday's Child refers to Sunday's Child being 'gay' instead of gay.  I don't quite know when, where or why a lovely short word for happy became synonymous being of homosexual persuasion but I rather wish it hadn't.  ( Read more... )