Currently listening to the audio of the Michael!Dean clip (it’s actually the audio for the entire Supernatural Comic Con panel but I’m only listening to the Michael!Dean part) and it’s mind blowing. His voice. I can’t wait to see the scene. Get the visuals along with the voice. Because Jensen acts with his entire body and it is not something you want to miss.
Just in case anyone wants to listen. Start at around 18 minutes in: X
Honestly tho. It’s hard for me to give a shit about these celebrities complaining they got 8 million instead of 10 million when most of us can’t even buy lunch.
my garbage body: hot hot hot no cold no HOT bad bad, throw up??? no, hungry, NO remember that mistake you made at work. Internalize it. Never forget. Back hurt yes headache YES hot yes roll over r-RA RA RASPUTIN, RUSSIA’s GREATEST LOVE MACHI-
remember how the fandom instantly melted over jack because he said he liked nougat and… that was it? that’s where his entire personality ended and even his biggest supporters know that because every fanart i see of him has to include nougat because that’s all there is to him and i find that hilarious
The 300th Episode. Dabb, who will be writing the episode with Singer directing, said “The 100th episode was very much a straight up episode of SUPERNATURAL. The 200th episode went very much in the other direction, which was very meta. I think for the 300th we want to do something that kind of lies in the middle. The idea kind of floating around right now is Sam and Dean, for years, have lived in the bunker. The bunker is in a place called Lebanon, Kansas, which is a real town. A very small town. We’ve never actually seen Lebanon, Kansas in the show. We’ve never seen what the people in the town think of two guys who drive this muscle car through [and probably visit the dry cleaner with a lot of blood on their clothes]. So it becomes how do these people view Sam and Dean, with a Sam and Dean story in their too. We think it could be a real love letter to the show in what we hope is a very heart warming way. Heart warming with murder.”
Quick survey: out of the average expected trades in a small town, who do you think has it worse, at least given that it’s semi-canon that the guys can and will do laundry in the Bunker so the launderette probably only has to deal with them coming in to ask if they can launder a large bloody tarp every now and again, vs their entire wardrobe every week.
The local butcher, because spells require strange ingredients.
“A gallon of pig’s blood? Is it prom season already?”
“A lamb heart? Okay, I got lamb hearts… what do you mean it has to have been slaughtered under a full moon?!”
“I don’t keep live stock that size in the store and even if I did I wouldn’t let you cut out a deer’s spleen with a pen knife – I don’t care if you think your knife is magic!”
And Sam is now banned from the Butcher’s shop.
Oh my god, yes, of course.
Or Sam just shows up every friday and takes a big ole order of blood.
“I, um. Garden. It’s good for roses. Um. Bye.”
Post office. Not worse, per se, but weirdest? Most frustrating?
Hear me out. We KNOW they order stuff online. That stuff has to be shipped somewhere with a real address. And we know that Lebanon is a very small town. There is dick all to do in a small town…except gossip. So ANYTHING out of the ordinary a) stands out b) is interesting and c) cause for gossip.
The postal clerk in Lebanon is DYING to know what they are getting on all these odd shaped boxes from all these exotic places. They are very serious about their job and will ONLY share what has been SAID to them about what people mail or receive. And the boys, while friendly, don’t talk. At this point, six years in, they are about ready to EXPLODE with curiosity.
Heck, they might not need the launderette, but they still need to get their suits dry cleaned. They only occasionally get those a little questionably soiled…
“Blood on the collar again?” the clerk scolds, then sniffs the shirt. “Why does this smell like scorched beer?”
Sam glares at Dean, who just grins at the clerk and mimes ironing.
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