Writing From the Inside

You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Red Sky at Morning” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!

An excerpt:

“Okay, he doesn’t really waltz down the stairs like a girl, he prowls down the stairs like a panther. Like, yeah, like James Bond on his way to meet Pussy Galore. And he turns down her offer of angry sex, because he knows, as I know, that Winchester boys don’t sleep with roaches. Still, it’s pretty cool to see Dean realize how good he looks. The only thing that tops it is the realization, some long, stomach-tightening seconds later, that Sam, sweet Sammy, is also going to be in a tux. Dean looks dapper right enough, but Sam looks like a little boy in his father’s suit. Don’t get me wrong, he’s all cute and about ten feet tall, but his lovely Samhair has been plastered down with what looks like Brylcreem. His hair, apparently, did not want to go along to the ball, and this is how he attempts to manage it. (I love him anyway.)”

Pictures…(Click on the links to display beautiful, full-size pics. Click on thumbnails for smaller but still beautiful pics.)

Sam and Dean tend to chores

Dean driving the Impala

Sam, sad, sad, Sammy