Eleanor, darling, are you still here? Michael, are around, as well?
Not even gonna lie, but I suck at feelings. So who out there can walk me through how to help out a really depressed and sad demon? Right now we've got cocoa, booze, carbs, cookie dough, and hugs planned.
Sam Winchester, looking at you in particular.
Albus has decided that he would prefer that he and I merely be friends.
Good news - I didn't explode when I stepped off the ship!