SPN Promo S5

Missouri: Sam, oh honey. I'm sorry about your girlfriend. And your father...he's missing.
Sam: How'd 당신 know all that?
Missouri: Well, 당신 were just thinking it, just now.
Dean: Where is he? Is he okay?
Missouri: I don't know.
Dean: Don't know? Your supposed to be a psychic, right?
Missouri: Boy, 당신 see me sawing some bony tramp in half?! 당신 think I'm a magician?! I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room but I can't pull facts out of thin air.
Missouri: Don't worry about a thing, your wife's crazy about you.Whoo, poor bastard. His woman is cold-banging the gardener.
Dean: Why...

AH! SOMEONE NEEDS TO 헤로인 ME OVER THE BLOODY HEAD! No my loves, I haven't forgotten you... but my life has been hectic. I think it has slipped my mind because 수퍼내츄럴 isn't in my mailbox anymore :(

Now that I am just now back... EVERYTHING is a bloody 팬 fiction. I thought I was special :( Aw. Oh well, as long as people use grammar and spelling- I'm happy :D

This, my dear, beloved, patient readers... is going to be long... and epic.

As 당신 found out in the last few lines of the last chapter, the main character, Sage, is one of the yellow-eyed demon's kids/followers... whatever they are...

“So what do 당신 think?” Dean looked from Sam to the open files spread on their motel 책상, 데스크 and back again, 안전한, 안전 to hear his brother’s theory now they were in the privacy of their room.
“Honestly?” Sam said, skimming a piece of paper, flicking it back to another one, then back to the first again. “I think it’s some kinds of vengeful spirit. Maybe these women did something to cause 또는 contribute to their sons’ deaths... I mean, both victims’ throats were slit, cleanly and quickly. Maybe their ghosts are back to remind them of it...”
“...and kill them for it. Okay, interesting...

Sam sat at the table, typing, frowning at his computer, and typing some more. As far as he could tell, he’d exhausted all the serious sources of information concerning parallel worlds.

Samantha still slept on the bed. She stirred a little and Sam looked up at her, smiling gently. She was so sweet and angelic-looking. Sam laughed lightly at his choice of words. Assuming that her role in the Apocalypse was similar to his, “angelic” was a very ironic word to use. Still, as she lay there looking so sweet and peaceful, it was the most accurate 설명 Sam could find in his unusually large...

Theresa Miller, Doctor of Psychiatry, had an office located off the main street, in a building that also housed offices for a local insurance company and a real estate agency. It was a small office, with only the doctor's work office, examination room, a reception desk, and a play area for children.

The four Winchesters stook outside the glass door, looking inside. "This should be simple," Dean said sarcastically. "All we gotta do is get the watchdog away from her desk, lure Dr. Joyce Brothers out of her office, get the files, and get out before anyone gets back. Simple enough."

D chewed on her...