Dear Season Four.

[blue_soaring]

Show! Show! SHOW! Bring on the blasphemy! Because I would love very little more than to see God and Lucifer try to continue their pesky quibble using the Winchesters. I mean, really. Okay Dean, you’re the champion for the Angel of Death (good). Sam, you’re with the Angel of Death (evil). You’re both going to lie to each other and almost, almost be convinced that what you’re doing is the best for each other (and like, the world, because bros before the fabric of the very universe).

It’s going to be messy. Very messy. Messy and delicious like PIE.

But then, maybe, y’know, you’re going to figure out that you’re stuck in the middle of a cosmic, childish, whiny tug-of-war (“Bow to my creation!” “No.” “I said, bow!” “No!” “I said-“ “Can’t make me, pft!”) for the souls of mankind, and you’re gonna say, “Wait, you know what? SCREW YOU GUYS,” and do it the Winchester way.

But it’s gonna get messy first. Yum yum. :d

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:D

It'll be delicious and awesome.