Tonight is a night for it, apparently. But in other news, I am NEVER allowed to introduce my sister to a show (SPN) and then email her about it again. Because it results in things like my wanting to write a cracky anthropomorphic femslash Metallicar/Pale Steed (Death's caddy) ficlet, possibly including the phrase 'a smooth, grey, muscular beauty', Dean drinking himself to sudden death in horror, and Death himself being mildly amused by the whole thing. And that's ... just plain wrong!
Though, seriously, imagining the Impala and the Caddy as woman-shaped beings ... *head in hands* Why do conversations with my sister always result in crackity-crack CRACK!
Though, seriously, imagining the Impala and the Caddy as woman-shaped beings ... *head in hands* Why do conversations with my sister always result in crackity-crack CRACK!
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