But I was watching a random episode of Psych with dinner and someone said "Sammy" completely innocuously and I nearly lost it because I was so overcome with emphatic love for Sam Winchester. It's been hours and I don't think I've entirely recovered. And "Classic Rock Barbecue" or whatever this Pandora station is called is only playing yearning, sad songs for some reason. (Worst barbecue ever?!) Simple Man, now "Don't You Cry" by Guns n' Roses. Wistful CCR in between them.
The Sam and Dean that act out scenes for themselves in my head, for the last few days, have been having the world's most boring sad conversation over the bunker's kitchen table. But I guess at least they're getting something to eat?
As for work, life, and world thoughts--yeah, let's not. LET US NOT. Wtf timeline even is this.