I love it when a plan comes together

Dean Winchester has uttered his last haiku. Now I feel empty and alone, the way I always feel after I've finished a story. Seriously bad timing (though good timing, as I wanted this thing done before tonight), considering I expect to be a pile of wibbly-wobbly goo after the finale tonight anyway.

Going into it with the post-fic blues might not have been a great plan after all. The post-fic blues and a regimented diet (no chocolate to comfort me). Ouch.

Speaking of SPN (sorry non-SPNers):
Part of me still hopes this year will turn out to be make believe. Either Dean still in Hell being psychologically tortured (I'm terrible, I know), or maybe Dean just out of Hell and under a Castiel-whammy. A quick and dirty "this is how it could go, so pull yourself together quick and keep Sam in check" hallucination.

I doubt it, though.

SPN: Lucifer Rising

( Wherein SBG heaves a sigh of relief (but also worry) )

Now this one I might actually be able to watch again. Last week was too painful.