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And then softly, to his own surprise, there at the vain end of his long journey and his grief, moved by what thought in his heart he could not tell, Sam began to sing.
when you see a map or a family tree at the front of a novel you know that shit is gonna get complicated
whenever weird shit happens to me i don’t even question it i just walk away because i will not be one of those people in the first 30 seconds of Supernatural no sir no ma’am
Will Graham is shopping for the perfect sweater at good will
then he stumbles upon it, the perfect sweater
it has a dog pattern
“Yes” he whispers “This is my design”