BOYS. \o/

[apocalypsos]

-- "How far could he get in that chair?" *wince*

-- "You gave yourself your own nickname? You can't do that."
"Who died and made you queen?"
... heh.

-- Dorfman and Neidermeyer. Oh, Dean. *hearts*

-- HA! That finally bit them in the ass. I kinda love this sheriff. :D

-- Aw, look at cleaned-up Bobby. He's cute!

-- I adore this sheriff. Let's place bets on how long it'll take the show to kill her off! I think she won't make it past the forty-minute mark. Who's with me? (This fucking show, I swear to God ...)

-- Oh, Bobby.

-- Cremated? Oh, hell.

-- No, Sam, the other Death.

-- "Another Horseman. Must be Thursday." HEE!

-- Oh, BOBBY.

-- Oh, that's a nice yummy shot of Dean. OM NOM NOM.

-- "You think you could tell me from here?" Oh, Sam, you chicken.

-- ... EW.

-- Okay, this isn't creepy as fuck.

-- Oh, BOBBY.

-- Aw, Bobby's the town drunk? :(

-- Bobby and Dean shooting zombies = my moment of zen. :D

-- "Don't you ever get tired of being wrong?" Bwahahahahaha!

-- "She was the love of my life. How many times do I have to kill her?" Ouch. Ouch.

-- No, seriously. OUCH.

-- Hey, the sheriff lived! And was awesome!

Next week: This is going to be so fucking awesome.