Megan Hart

Most of you didn’t even know I was gone, but I was! And for a long time, too! First to the Supernatural convention in Parsippany, then off to the beach for a nice long vacation. Not long enough, but hey, leave while you’re having fun, right? I’m glad to be back home and back at my desk, which, despite my having been gone, looks like a tornado tore through it. Where did all this mail come from?! All these bills?!

Anyway, the Supernatural convention was super fun. I have to say, I wasn’t that jazzed about it, because once again…neither J was there. It’s pretty much the height of lame to have a fan convention without the two lead stars, isn’t it? The Js carry that show. That’s why I watch it. That’s who I’d like to see. But really, we all know I’d explode in the presence of Jensen Ackles, which wouldn’t be pretty and would possibly scar him for life, rendering him incapable of attending a fan convention ever again. So I guess it’s a good thing neither of them were there.

I wasn’t jazzed about going until the day before, when they announced Matt Cohen (aka Baby John Winchester) would be attending, presumably to help take the place of a couple guests who dropped out. We also got the bonus of Fred Lehne, aka the Yellow Eyed Demon. He was fantastic! Funny, personable, just an all around interesting guest. And Baby John? What can I say about him? If you’ve done any following of the con at all (and I’ll admit it, I never pay attention to con updates for cons I haven’t been to) he gave FREE HUGS. Umm….

Okay. I don’t like hugs. I mean, I’m not morally opposed to them or anything, I just don’t like to give or receive them, especially from strangers. Even really hot strangers. But what could I do? When Matt Cohen opens his arms and says “free hugs” what sane person turns that down? I think I got five hugs, total. That’s a lot of up close and personal full frontal body contact with a stranger for me. But I survived it! (And yes, he is really super cute, but also super funny, VERY sweet and quite entertaining.)

By the way, we all loved Matt so much we opted to go back and get a SECOND photo op with him and the four of us. Because he was just that fabulous.

Misha Collins. What can you say about him? I was there last year in NJ when he had his first con experience, and let’s just say he seems to have quite taken to it. He’s hilarious, not at all like Castiel (which um, makes sense, doesn’t it?) and he’s deliciously irreverent. I say delicious because that’s kind of a perfect word to describe him. DELICIOUS.  Mishalicious? I wasn’t going to get a photo opp with him because I got one last year, and had said, (stupidly) –why do I need another one? Umm…DUH. Because. I wanted one. So, I got one. It was the standard three seconds long. No big deal. I’d already spoken to him, albeit briefly, at the dessert party the night before. He sat right next to me, and I could’ve moved my leg away, but I did not. (Would you?)I’d already fondled the pie he left behind. I’d already asked him a question during the Q and A. And really, I don’t have a *crush* on him — love him on the show, think he’s a fantastic guest, but I don’t really have a crush.

Strike that.

Didn’t have a crush.

So I get up there, it’s time for my photo, it’s not a big deal. Really. You don’t have time to blink, much less have a conversation, or even be nervous. You’re cattle-shooted through the line, take your picture, you’re out of there. So I get up there, I get the instructions from the line monitor: “Go to Misha’s left side, then exit around the back.” No problem. To do this, you have to cross in front of him. So, I do. I say to him, “go to the left and then behind. I can manage that.” Yes, it sounded dirty, a little, but I didn’t mean it to. Pose at his left side. The flash goes. (This is literally 3-5 seconds, I’m not kidding) — I turn to him to say “thank you” — he looks at me. I look at him.

I am not even kidding you when I say I was utterly starstruck. Struck dumb. I think I mumbled thank you, I’m sure my mouth opened. I looked at him and was like…duhhhhhhhrrrrrmmmmmm…

I’m sure he gets that a lot. I’m sure to him I was just one more random, dumbstruck idjit. It was the longest 2 seconds of my life, staring into Misha Collins’ face.

(Misha, you’re awesome.)

The other guests, Aldis Hodge, Alona Tal, Rob Benedict, Katherine Boecher, Samantha Smith…also incredibly entertaining and interesting. There was so much that happened, I’m not sure I can even do any of it justice.

This was my second fan convention. The second without either of the Js. I had an even better time this year than I did last year, which was pretty stellar. But would I go again? I dunno. It’s a lot of money to spend without the Js there. (Though I guess I’d spend more if they were.) It’s fun and I go with friends and I have a great time, but…will I go again next year? I didn’t buy my seats in advance, so I’m risking not having as good of seats if I do decide to go. I can’t really decide until they at least put up the guest list. Misha makes it worth it, and so do the other guests, totally. But a Supernatural con without either Jensen or Jared just doesn’t seem quite right. So I might not. I had a really great time, I don’t regret it. But…not sure I’ll go again.

Now, though, I have to finish clearing off my desk, paying some bills, and get to writing!

M

Hello, everyone! Today I have a nifty interview with author Joe Schreiber, who wrote the most recent Supernatural tie-in novel, Supernatural: The Unholy Cause. Now, you all know how much I love Supernatural, but the fact is, I’ve never read one of the tie-ins. I won’t get into why. Let’s just say I was given Joe’s novel and gave it a try on an airplane trip…and liked it so much I had to check him out!

The Unholy Cause is a stand-alone “episode” but with ties to the overall apocalypse arc, and takes place in Civil War country with the war as a backdrop. Not my favorite subject, and yet Joe managed to craft a tightly plotted, fast-paced and true-to-the-show ride I thoroughly enjoyed!

So…here he is!

1. Please tell us a little bit about yourself — writing background, biography…whatever you like!

Born 40 years ago in Flint, Michigan, but my father’s restlessness nature carried me to Alaska, California and Wyoming before it eventually totaled his marriage and infected his kids–my siblings and myself– with the same nomad virus.  I’ve lived in everywhere from New York to Portland, Oregon, with stints in Hollywood, Chicago and Martha’s Vineyard.  Been writing seriously since I was thirteen, doing everything from travel guides to screenplays to ghostwriting Jesse “The Body” Ventura’s wrestling memoir, I AIN’T GOT TIME TO BLEED.  Getting married saved my life and having kids saved it again, re-introducing me to the pure pleasure of storytelling and play.  Nonsmoker, too poor for drugs.  Big drinker until recently when I decided to quit.  Favorite band of the moment: The Hold Steady whose new album HEAVEN IS WHENEVER is a work of genius.

2.  Unholy Cause is your first Supernatural tie-in novel, but you’ve written others. What was different (or the same) about writing for this world versus the others? And can you tell us a bit about your other media tie-in work?

I love the Supernatural world because it always seems bigger than it actually is, like you could hop in the Impala and drive right out of the scene into something just as big, scary and American as what’s going on in front of you.  If I could do it again, if I wasn’t writing in such a blind deadline panic, I think I would have let myself get seduced into a few more diversions off Sam and Dean’s mission just to show a little bit more of that universe.  What’s the place in New Hampshire that has Dean’s favorite cheeseburger?  What does the Supernatural version of New Hampshire even look like?  I imagine the boardwalk is a salty marvel of warped post-Labor Day planks and sea spray with mostly empty storefronts from which Led Zeppelin faintly plays.

Other media tie-in work — I guess that’s Star Wars.  It’s a big sandbox, and the more I played in it, the more cool toys I dug up to play with and disfigure.  Imagine being given the keys to the biggest pop culture machine of your generation and basically being allowed to paint it day-glo red and supercharge the engine.  Big fun.

3. You also write your own fiction — do you approach it differently than you do the other work?

Not really.  I approach all fiction with the fear and trepidation of a man coming home to find a stranger sitting at his kitchen table drinking his beer.  Either that guy turns out to be your best friend with a great story to tell, or you kick him out and wait for the next guy to show up.

4. You’ve stated that the idea for Unholy Cause, which centers around a Civil War theme, was your least favorite, and yet that’s the one that was chosen. How did you feel after writing it? Did it come out better than expected, or how were you able to get excited about the idea that originally wasn’t as appealing to you?

Gunpoint enthusiasm is, I believe, the phrase I’m looking for here.  Basically, I didn’t want to have to go research the Civil War, which in my ignorance, I assumed wouldn’t be interesting.  It turned out of course that the more I read about that period of American history, and the living historians who commit astonishing talent and energy into their re-enactments, that it was actually fascinating, and I was the dullard for not bothering to learn a little bit about it.  By the time I was done I had to force myself to leave parts out.

5. You wrote Unholy Cause pretty fast — is that your usual pace?

I do tend to write quickly, but I also find that I’m spending more time rewriting.  It’s pretty project-dependent.  At the moment I’m helping a friend out with a screenplay for Disney, and we’re turning out pages every day, but when it comes time to start another novel I’ll probably slow my pace considerably, just to see what happens.

6. Can you describe a typical writing day?

Get up.  Make coffee.  Run with the dog.  Return home.  Regard the blank screen.  Do the kids want to play?   Try valiantly to find some aspect of research that will require me to go online and surf the web.  Confront the inevitable and type three pages of current work in progress.  Delete.  Repeat.

and for the rapidfire portion…

Black or white? black
Up or down? down
Left or right? left
In or out? heh-heh-heh
Front or Back?  oh ho ho
Chocolate or Vanilla? yes please
Wars or Trek? really?
Picard or Kirk? kirk
Kirk or Spock? kirk (JJ Abrams’ version, when his hands are all puffy)
Han or Luke? Han
Ocean or Lake? Danny Ocean.  Veronica Lake.
Coffee or Tea? Coffee
Mac or PC? PC, although I can’t really defend that choice.  It’s about as sexy as my old funeral and wedding shoes

and finally…you stand in front of three doors. What colors are they, what is behind each, which do you choose, and why?

The first door is blood-red and shaped like a gigantic vampire bat.  Something back there keeps scratching and crooning and I keep my distance.  The second door is a normal door, perfectly rectangular, absolutely unremarkable in every way except that its brass knob is sculpted into a perfect replica of Rondo Hatton, and when touched, it vibrates ever-so-subtly, to the rhythm of Abba’s “Take a Chance on Me.”  Rumor is that it goes directly into the past, perhaps 1914.  The third door is an eight-foot-thick oxydized iron slab on massive hinges who dimensions are just small enough that, although it seems like I should be able to fit through it, no amount of contortion and manipulation will allow me to pass without scraping my head.  I persist, however, over and over, until I am tired and it’s time for bed.

Everyone, check out Joe’s blog. And check out the book, too!

M

So, today is the release day for Passion Model! Hooray!

Protect and Serve just took on a whole new meaning.

For Recreational Intercourse Operative Gemma, patrolling Newcity’s Lovehuts and Pleasurebots isn’t much of a pleasure. But it’s work she clings to after an accident destroyed her marriage and left her with half her body made of replacement parts.

She keeps her head down and her mind on her job, waiting for the proverbial hammer to fall. The head of the ruling council is out to make those like her illegal. If anyone finds out she’s mecho, she’s toast.

A routine inspection of a Pleasurebot turns into a strictly forbidden—and mind-blowing—sexual encounter. Then she realizes it isn’t an “it” at all. He’s human, and despite the sweet-hot climaxes he gives her, she buries her report to save them both from the consequences.

Except he can’t seem to stay away from her, and for a time life seems almost…normal. Until Gemma uncovers Declan’s own deep, dark secret. A secret that could get her fired from RIO. Or both of them killed.

**This book has been previously published.

Warning: This book contains graphic depictions of sex with men, women, aliens and robots.

Keywords: robots, space, dystopian, cops, aliens, sexbots, erotic romance, erotica, science fiction

Check out more here!

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So, my Tivo broke and I had to get a new one. Now I have a shiny new Tivo and it actually recorded AND played back the new Dr. Who and Supernatural, so I’m all caught up! Hooray!

I think “you are a big bag of dicks” is gonna be my insult from now on. And wow. Richard Speight, Jr. Could he BE any more FABULOUS? I don’t think so. He’s pretty freaking fabulous. I loved him as the Trickster, but as Gabriel…wow. Just…love that guy.

And I don’t know who who the guy who played Balder is, but…mmm, where’s mah spoon, cuz I’d like a big bowl of that.

So tomorrow I leave in the early wee hours of the morning for RT. This is exciting for several reasons. One, because I didn’t think I could go at all due to other family obligations. Two, because I’ll be accepting the RT Reviewer’s Choice Award for Best Erotica Fiction for Deeper! Hooray! And three, because I get to actually meet my friend Jen in real life after many moons of swooning over Jared Padalecki via Instant Message. It’s gonna be super exciting! Aside from the part where I have to get up at three in the morning to get on a train to catch a plane…

So today I am celebrating my newest release by cleaning, packing, doing laundry, running last minute errands (oh, and talking tonight at a book club, that’s pretty cool.) I’m pretty sure some of those things will remain undone but I shall do what I can.

Oh, and I finished my Heat novella, which will be in an antho with Emma Holly, Lauren Dane and Beth Kery! Finished meaning first draft, but now when I get back from my adventures I will dive into the edits of Collide, then on to the last Handmaiden book and then back to this novella, all to be finished before my kids get out of school in June…Oy!

So that’s it for now. If you’re coming to RT, I will be getting in pretty late on Wednesday, though I don’t know what time. I might be hanging in the lobby sometime Wed. night. Or not. I don’t know. Thursday I shall be around in various places ALL DAY LONG so if you want to chat, grab me. I don’t bite. Hard. Or often. I will not be wearing a flower in my lapel but I do have purple hair that might just look dark.

Later, Gators.

M

So, the past two weeks Thursdays have  been full of other things, meaning I missed Supernatural. Then my Tivo ganked it, then I ended up downloading it from Amazon.com…see, Supernatural, what I do for you?

Anyway, tonight was the first night since before hiatus that I sat down to watch it in “real” time.

Oh…oh. Oh. Oh. Why do I love this show so much when every week it manages to tear me apart? I mean…I’m not wild about the apocalypse thing, because, really. How do you come back from that? Season Six? How’s it gonna work? And the very last thing I want is for it to to suck. And yet life without Supernatural…hell, at this point I’ve been with Supernatural longer than I was with some of my boyfriends. I don’t want to not have new Supernatural to look forward to. But I don’t want it to turn into the X-Files after Mulder left, either.

Tonight…tonight…Oh…so much to love but of course I’m going to go to the moment when Dean knocks on Lisa’s door and tells her that when he thinks of being happy, it’s with her and with Ben. I mean…was that the moment fandom swooned, too? Because I literally lost my breath for a second. Ok, so maybe I’m lame, but..Dean. Dean, Dean, DEAN OMG I LOVE DEAN. I just…Gah!!!!!

And of course he was a servant of Heaven. He’s Michael’s vessel, reluctant or not. He’s chosen. So he killed the Whore. So he…will…go against his brother and…

NOOOooooOOOOooooOOOoooooOOOOoooOooooooOoooooooOo!!!!!!!!

I can’t bear it! I can’t stand it! I can’t…I can’t…

BTW, neither of the J’s is scheduled to attend the SPN con I’m going to in July and can I tell you that my heart is breaking? I mean it’s just as well because I’m sure I’d explode, but…still. I’m really bummed.

Actually, I’m kind of incoherent in the aftermath of Supernatural.

That, and working like a fiend for the past few weeks. Don’t get me wrong, it’s all good, and every task I finish is one more trip to the beach in which I don’t have to work. And it’s my job, and it beats cleaning toilets. Wait, I did that today too.

I’m just…tired. And riled. At the same time.

Night, world!

M

What, it’s not enough to seduce me, you have to tease and taunt me, then leave me weeping, writhing, screaming NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO?

Yeah, eff March 25th, bring me more Supernatural next effing week!

I *loved* this episode. My Bloody Valentine, anyone? Oh, haha, so clever. *snerk* I mean, starting off with a pretty steamy (for Supernatural) sex scene that was NOT including Sam or Dean sort of made my insides shrivel, but when they started eating each other…wow.

I was eating during this episode, and lemme tell you, I was disgusted.

I loved it! So much to love. So gross. So many funny lines. Cupid of course knocked my socks off with his naked bear hugs and intrusion on Dean’s personal space. Castiel — “They’re not incontinent.” BWAHAHAHA! Oh, God, Misha Collins, you slay me. Seriously. The writers write the lines, but the DELIVERY, oh, my goodness.

They worked through the mystery, figured out what was going on, it all tied in nicely with the overall arc, Sam drank demon blood and though I know it’s wrong, oh, how I know it’s wrong…Evil!Sam, with the one hand out and the sneer, I’ll wait my turn if that’s what you want. I know it’s wrong to like Sam slurping demon blood but…well…listen there are a lot of reasons why the bad boy trope is so well-loved and it makes it even better when the damage is something he can’t help. So, bonus points for Evil!Sam! Hooray!

More demons, more nasty stuff, Famine’s teeth seriously made me want to barf. He reminded me of the guy from Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and that really really old decrepit guy with the creepy voice…I can’t remember what movie he was in or what his name is…dangit…he made a career out of being old and decrepit and creepy in a wheelchair being evil and gross! Well, Famine reminded me of him. AND IT WAS GROSS, Y’ALL.

And then the end.

Dean. Oh, Dean. Dean, Dean, Dean.

Dean.

I stopped watching Lost because Jack cried too much, but I could watch Dean’s eyes well up every single freaking episode and want to cradle him to my bosom and comfort him and tell him it will be okay; but of course it won’t, you know, it’s the motherfucking apocalypse, son, and you and your brother CAUSED IT.

Jensen Ackles, seriously? Why are you so good at breaking my heart? WHY?

So that was last night’s episode, and now I have to wait until March 25th for a new one. Yeah. I am sad.

Not quite snowed in any more, but still have work to do to make up for the snow days. Twenty pages a day, dolla dolla, holla holla. Gonna finish COLLIDE next week or even this weekend, depending on the craziness that ensues (I don’t usually write on weekends but if the family goes skiing or some such thing, I will work.)

Today I also have to clean my house, because…ew.

M

Oh, Supernatural.

Oh.
Two months? Two months? Do you see the pieces of me all over the floor, Supernatural? Because that is what you have done to me. You have torn me apart like a Hellhound would. I am undone. I am shredded. Two months?

I can not bear it.

I’ve wept before, watching Supernatural. I’ve laughed, I’ve screamed. But tonight, watching Ellen and Jo…

I like to tease my sister that I love her, but I’m not sure I’d die for her the way Sam and Dean would. And I love Superman dearly but I’m not sure I’d *die* for him.

But I have a daughter, and I would die for her. And though I never cared for Jo, or Ellen, in the way I’ve come to care for and love Dean and Sam, I have to say that the last moments between Ellen and Jo were some of the most powerful and moving moments I’ve ever seen on a television show. A few minutes in an entire five seasons’ worth of excellent moments, and I find myself once again simultaneously hating and wanting to fall down at the feet of the writers of Supernatural.

Supernatural, you have once again killed me — only I’m not dead. I’m still here, ripped all up and covered in rock salt, because I have to wait another two months before I can see a new episode.

When she was a baby, I would go into my daughter’s room when she was sleeping, and I would touch her just to make sure she was still breathing. And sometimes, I would just hold her, not because she needed me to, but because I wanted to make sure she was there, she was all right, and I would worry that there would be a time when I could no longer protect her.

I think I’m going to hug my children tonight just a little harder and a little longer, even though I know they’ll be annoyed I’ve woken them.

And that, my doves, is all I can say for now. I have to go sob in the shower and wonder why I bother writing books, because nothing I ever do will ever make anyone feel the way I felt watching tonight’s show.

At least, I’ll think that until tomorrow, when I decide not to quit writing and remember there are always reruns and DVDs to watch until January 21.

M

I mean…he’s so…big.

He’s huge. He’s ginormous. He towers over everyone else. What is that like?

I’m not short. In fact, in some of my highest heels I can almost look Superman in the eye (and he’s not quite as big as JPad, but he’s still pretty tall.) I’d say I’m equidistantally used to both looking up at people and down. I can reach a lot of things on high shelves at the store. My jeans don’t usually drag on the ground. So, I’m not short, but I’m nowhere near HUGE.

But hey, how about Supernatural last night? OH MY FREAKING GLORY. Wow. Humor and Drama so expertly woven I was laughing one second and gasping the next. And Richard Speight, Jr.? Helllloooooo. Wow. I loved him as the Trickster before, but this new twist was so well-done, so perfectly circuitous…and he played it so well. I just have a whole new level of appreciation of him as an actor. And they lit him so beautifully, too — his eyes were so striking. Makes me want to look again at our church bulletin photo.

HAHA. I call it that because it looks like we’re posing for the church bulletin.

Anyway, I LOVED the episode last night. I loved where they’re going with it (I can put aside the slightly MarySue-ish tone of “you’re the only ones evarrrrr, it had to be youuuuuuuu! AND ONLY YOU!!!!) I loved the acting, I loved the humor, the tv stuff…

I loved the way Dean looked at Dr. Sexy. MANCRUSH. Add to that I actually live with Dr. Sexy who yes, did wear cowboy boots (and sometimes still does) and I got an extra kick out of it.

Gawd. Supernatural, you slay me. I wasn’t blown away by the first few episodes of the season but they just keep getting better and better.

And I’m sad, because there is only one first time. Only one first night of a new episode, and the anticipation, the not knowing what will happen. I’m going to miss it, and I weep internally at the thought of my life without new Supernatural. I WEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!

M

PS– And I wonder like…where does Jared buy his pants? How does he fit in a regular airline seat? Do his feet stick out over the end of the bed? How much food must he consume to maintain himself? If I stood next to him, would I even be able to jump up high enough to give him a high five?

It’s no secret I love Supernatural so you might guess I’m very forgiving of it, even when it doesn’t quite hit the mark. (I’m nice like that.) I was looking forward to this season, but dreading it, too — there’s a good chance it’s the LAST season, though now they’re making noise about coming back for season six and I would not complain about that, no sirree, but I’m sort of hanging on to season five as the very last bit of new Winchester brothers.

Thursday nights I sit down in front of the television with my pulse pounding. Waiting. Excited. It’s the only show I feel this way about. I enjoy other shows, yes, but this show is the only one that makes me feel THIS way. Supernatural is like that special boy in study hall who tosses paper footballs at you when you’re not looking, but asks your best friend to the dance instead, only to end up making out with you the next week after band practice.

What I’m saying is, even when it’s sort of bad, I love it anyway.

The first two episodes of this season didn’t make me explode. I liked them. I thought they were necessary and well done, well written and acted and filmed and catered and made up and costumed and everything. I liked them, but I didn’t *omglovelovelove* them. I liked the third one all right.

And then came THE END. (Just so you know, I don’t usually even know the names of episodes to refer to them that way, so I had to look that up. And then I found out that you can download fuhfree, ya’ll, that’s right, free, the song from the promo’s!)

Oh.My.God.

Post apocalyptic virus that makes zombies (or zombie-like creatures?) Sign me the f*** up, son, goddamn, that’s some GQMF shit up in there. Time travel? Get me a spoon for that bowl of yum.

Two Deans?

Hold up, now. Am I still alive? Or have I passed on to the great beyond, to a world with not one but TWO Dean Winchesters? And one’s really angry? Lemme pinch myself, because I swear to you I’ve died. Let’s not talk about the pink satin panties, because that might just make my head explode. Ok, let’s talk about them — because I TOTALLY believe Dean would enjoy a pair of pink satin panties.

In short, I loved the episode. LURVED. Yes, I did.

And the sort of best part/worst part was that because I was out of town I missed it and watched it on Monday night, which meant it was only a few days until last night, when the new episode was on. And guess what? Loved it, too.

I’m usually more a fan of the standalone episodes than the mytharc ones — was like that when I loved X Files, too. But Supernatural’s super good at mixing them. So you get a piece of the overall arc to keep that story going, along with a nice little monster hunting episode. And brotherly bonding. Gah, can I tell you how much I love the fact they’re back together (and not in that creepy f-ing way, either.) I knew they couldn’t be apart for long, I mean, they’re the Brothers Winchester, apart they’re not nearly as strong as when they’re together. So I’m happy they’ve been able to start working things out.

And wow, can Jared Padalecki get any bigger? Really? And that hair? C’mon now, I’m a Dean girl, tried and true, cross my heart and hope to die and go to two-Dean heaven, but JPad, you’re seriously giving me some Sammy love. Snap front shirts? Thank you costume person. Huge, giant Sam Winchester in snap-front shirts makes my heart happy in a way I can’t explain. I don’t think I’d like Dean in a snap front shirt.

Ahem.

Last night’s episode, sorry, I didn’t look up the name…the monster hunting part didn’t feel as fresh. Okay, they thought it was a ghost, turned out to be a god. Felt done before. But then again, it would make sense they repeat the “creatures.” I mean, even with a whole lot of things out there in the dark, they’re bound to come up against more than one thing that’s the same, and they’ve done lots of ghosts. But it didn’t feel “fresh” or new the way I’ve come to expect Supernatural to make the hunt. It didn’t matter to me — I still liked it. I still jumped when the weapons flew out of their hands. I still laughed at a lot of the dialogue. It wasn’t as funny as let’s say, Monster Movie (the ep I do know the name of) or as poignant, but it got the brothers working together and got Sam to stand up to his brother and got Dean to soften toward him. They worked on some things so they can move forward with the rest of what’s going on.

And then at the end, instead of “next week” it says SOON and shows a bunch of clips. What does that mean? Hiatus? CURSE YOU SUPERNATURAL, CURSE YOUUUUUUU! Why do you toy with my affections so? Why do you slip me that “will you go with me, yes, no, circle one” note and then ignore me on the field trip when everyone knows you’re supposed to sit with me on the bus and hold my hand when the teachers can’t see? Why do you eat the pie I baked and then leave in the morning without even a note and with the fork still on the kitchen table? WHYYYYYYY?

I’ve heard next week is still a new episode so maybe they’re just toying with us. Hard. And cruelly.

Anyway, that’s what I think about Supernatural, if you care. And if you don’t, isn’t it a wonderful world in which we live, that you have the freedom to read other blog posts about other things, and not this one?

Have a great weekend, everyone. I’m going to work super hard on these revisions today so I can start my new project next week. I’m calling it COLLIDE, and thank you, Joe Dallesandro, because without you I’d never have thought of it.

M

It’s almost like you wish you didn’t love them so much, because it hurts a little, to love them.

I haven’t thought much about Supernatural over the summer. It was enough to know it was coming back. Thinking about it meant I’d be putting myself into anxiety waiting for it to return. I didn’t even watch the reruns or on DVD or anything! I just pretended it was on last week and would be on next week.

Well, now the season 5 promos are starting and I avoid spoilers and I mostly don’t look at this stuff because HELLO…the more I want it, the harder it is to wait for it.

But I couldn’t stop myself from watching the trailer above and all I have to say is…

O, Supernatural, would you spare me over another year?

And then, there’s this.

I can’t even pretend I’m embarrassed about my Dean Winchester love. (Which I guess translates a bit into Jensen love, too. But listen, what’s not to love?!)

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I might just die of anticipation.