Ladies and gentlemen, I have just had an epiphany.
Naomi has the power to produce an unlimited supply of Deans.
I HAVE DISCOVERED THE SOLUTION TO THE SUPERNATURAL SHIPPING WARS.
Jesus, it’s like the writers ship Norman and Dylan, wrote a slash script but then accidentally sent it to the producers and the episodes actually got made.
If I worked at a restaurant on Valentine’s Day I would put a fake engagement ring in every girl’s drink.
Just to look at her act like:
Then watch the dude sit there like:
“She wants the D!” I shout, gesturing wildly to the vitamin shelf behind the counter. Her body is pale and weak and deeply infected sores cover her skin. Without proper nutrition and vitamins, she could succumb at any moment. I sit in the aisle, holding her limp body in my arms, pleading with the pharmacist. I steal another painful look at my friend. She needs the D.