Dear Vancouver, I mean Kripke, I mean... DR. CHANNARD:

[blacklid]

Thank you for gracing us with the folly of our own little world lately where nothing is certain and those Winchester boys are really on TV on TV [508], and where there is lots and lots of darkness where there really isn't any (because it's all in our heads, duh) [502], and where we can have our favorite heavenly burrito turned into a Happy Meal [506] and I've been so gloriously happy with all the phone calling and the voice mail leaving and the angsting and card dealing and the times where I'm hanging by a thread until next week, that I just have one tiny, itty, bitty teensy question:
WHERE IS OUR WESTERN?!