Fluffball was less than amused. She kept looking at me disdainfully like she knew. Neighbour cats freaked the hell out. It was hillarious. I was a pregnant cat though. Ems was briefly a litter.
Thank you. I mean that.
Potential Antichrist. We need her to be born and start headspinning or whatever they do. This whole knocked up demon thing isn't as unusual as you'd think, but chuck in a Winchester? Then it gets different.
War made us all fight each other, like we'd see demons in everyone around us, Famine...made us want things, like not just food, we'd crave things, which was not fun for me and Sam. And Pestilence, well, its all in the name isn't it, people got sick, badly sick, like brink of death sick.
And now, I guess all we have is Death, who historically you don't fight.
...we do have two world Chess Champions floating around though, could we go that route?