Usually I don’t bother with these sort of ramblings, mostly because I’m not terribly eloquent at getting my thoughts down on paper, but also because I don’t normally have deep, thinky, thoughts. However, when one is stuck in traffic on the way home from work, one’s mind does tend to wander. This is of course all speculation, I have no idea what’s going to happen (
and don’t want to know) and Show likely won’t even go this route. But it doesn’t hurt to muse.
So under the cut are musings about our boy Dean – spoilers up to Ep14 and for a certain scene in the new promo that is floating about.
( Read more... )Supernatural it seems, can also bring out the poetic writer in us. From last year my cousin (who I got hooked on Jensen Ackles - always referred to as His Hotness - and Show) has been hoarding episodes like a squirrel hoards nuts. She got as far as Long Distance Call and then stopped, saying she couldn’t watch the end of Season 3 until she had Season 4. Then Season 4 came along and
still she resisted. Until Wednesday that is. This is the email I got on Thursday morning:
What can I say ......... it was inevitable. I saw it coming. Months ago I knew how this would pan out. But I was strong and resisted. Took verbal abuse from fallen souls, sat by whilst my spouse gave in to the force, But all in vain. Last night ...... I let it happen. The desire finally overcame me and despite knowing the price I'd pay, I gave in.
I thought I would be able to contain the force, to manage it within my timeframe, but I was sorely mistaken. And now? I'm screwed. I want more, I want it all. In the wee small hours of the morning I sat glued to my chair. Hiding behind the cushions, alarm on, drink in hand. Eventually when I could no longer keep my eyes open, I ventured to bed, only to be kept awake further by shadows moving above me. Yellow eyes watching through cracks in the curtains. Growling night crawlers baying at the doors.
As I rose this morning, dark circles under my eyes, the force struck again. Washing the sleep from my eyes and beating the world record for showering, I gleaned another hour before work. But now I'm hooked. Fallen. Past recovery with no hope. Can I last the working day? Who knows ?
And, it's YOU I blame. You Samantha. It's all YOUR fault !!!!!!!
ZZZZzzzzzzzzzz Four episodes on Wednesday night, another on Thursday morning before work.
My work here is done. *g*