Sam!

You know I love this apartment, I really do. But... I think it's time to move.

Current Mood: accomplished

Okay, this isn't good.


[TEXT TO SAM]

Something is wrong with my Godbox. Stuck in some desert. Obvs Middle East. Blonde-haired/blue eyed is not a good thing.

I'll publicly wish my amazing husband a very happy birthday and give him his private birthday wishes later.

Privately.

Alone.

Happy Birthday, Sam Winchester.

Current Mood: happy

...Sure this isn't my damn...

Hello? Anyone read me? What the hell is going on? Is this someone's idea of a joke?

That show gets more and more disconcerting as it goes on. Keeps bringing up memories that need to stay buried.

Sam? Dean? You guys okay?

John?!!!

Where are you?! PICK UP THE PHONE, DAMMIT.

Please,please. No,no,no. Not now. Not ever..ohGOD.

Sam?

I found the perfect dress. [This one]

A Christmas wedding.

If, you know, Gigi doesn't mind.

( Samuel Luke Winchester. )

Dean and Sam Winchester. Get your asses home for Sunday dinner. Your sister and your mother miss you and need to see your ugly mugs.

Jessica and Anita, Winchesters in all but name, your presence is required also.

I found some old home movies that Sam made with some beat-to-hell VHS recorder, and we're gonna watch them.

Sam?

I'm having a problem. Kind of an emergency. Help?

Nevermind, hon. I'm fine. Embarrassed and never able to look your dad in the face, but fine.

...and how is the most beautiful wife to be on the planet?

Jess? I've got a bottle of wine with our names on it...and a cabin with a huge fireplace rented for the weekend.

Jess? What do you say to a date night? Dinner and a movie?




( Dean )

I'm sorry, I'm...Oh, God what did I do?



((Probable spoilers for SPN finale in comments))

Does anyone know where I can find John Connor?

( Jess (Moore). )

( Sam. )

Okay, folks. I understand me and the boys quit living that life along time ago. I know it. But I can't help feeling like all my decisions as father continue to bite me in the ass.

Dean, son, there's nothing you could do that would make me feel less proud of you. There's only one other person I'd want at my back beside you.

Sam, I hope to God you missed the whole shit storm tonight.

(OOC: Possible SPN spoilers in comments.)

You know those second chances you don't think you're ever going to get?

Yeah. Can I just say... wow.

Dude...

I've stepped inside the Twilight Zone.