John?

What do you want for Christmas? I know it's late to ask, but I wanted to get you one more thing.

Mary, my dear, I hope you found that small bunch of larkspur I left for you in the den. Such a small symbol with which to declare my heart.

And what a glorious day! I've decided, for now at least, to put some more study in these supernatural creatures, instead of ... blowing them away, as it were. Some of them are quite lovely to watch in their natural habitat.

Sam, the patience and empathy you show are much admired. When are you going to do right by your lady, and give her your name?

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.

( Karen )

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.

Jarah did somersaults all through my surgery this morning. That was pretty interesting. You should have seen everyone in the OR's faces.

( Mary )

Took a Black Dog down up in Connecticut. Apparently back in the day the town sheriff would hang criminals at the crossroads, to keep their spirits from finding rest. Which just leaves a hell of a mess for hunters. And Black Dogs are attracted to those kind of places anyway. Used a new blend of rock salt and consecrated iron in the shotgun shells to take the sonuvabitch down. Heading for a haunting upstate now, an old funeral home used to raise the dead.

Mary, you and Gen finally getting to know each other?

I miss her.

Nursey's gone again.

( John. )

( Karen )

I donnea tink da miss lady likes me bein' 'ere.

What am I suppose to do with this?

He won't stop staring at me.

Current Mood: bitchy

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



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Okay, that was slightly nasty. More the smell than anything, and I hate to God to think about what I was walking in. Took out a nest of chupacabras down south, being eating the local pets and decided to try their hand at the kids. Least got the kid back.

Got a gash on my shoulder, Karen girl? If you're around much rather have you stitch it up then some amateur in a small town ER.

( Sam and Dean )

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( Delivered to Sam Winchester early this morning. )

Headin' south. Gen's with Anita. You really need me leave a message here.

( Karen )

Okay, so it's out there.

Go ahead, Sam. Give me both barrells.

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It's just one of those days to lay around shoeless with a glass of wine.

( Cut due to possible Supernatural spoilers, anybody can read. )

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.

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