Today, while herding a small and hot (sunny day) group of boys (sons and nephews) towards the corner store, to indulge in ice-cream, a man walked out of the shop doorway, and I swear to Kripke...ummm...god, it was "Bobby Singer"   *grin*

OK!  Maybe not...but the cap, and the greyish beard, and hair over the ears, and I actually turned and ( Read more... )