supernatural. provenance, 119.

[wellownedbkup]

dude, ok, no entrance. that's... weird? and the dad in the pic is off center like woah. totally not looking at the photographer(?)... but still... the dad moved! eep. creepy. so not cool. my tummy just... ok... not gonna watch supernatural right after lunch anymore, no way. also, eww... i don't need to know anything about the people in the show having sex. eww. and the dead body!?!? in the bed!?!? no!

that is why i don't buy thrift stuff. ever.

shore leave? hee. and DEAN IS WAY TOO INTERESTED IN SAMMY'S SEX LIFE. way way too interested. also, the look on dean's face when he's reminiscing about the night before? hot. very. in a way that made me think very naughty things. dean is so bad... he doesn't need to be.... ok... he's so very weird. 8 track mind indeed: food, sex, car... apparently sam's sex life.

.... that room is the... hee. and they are like.... they are so brothers. the noncommital noise at the room. hee.

can the flirting. CAN IT. IT BITES. AND IT MAKES ME KINDA QUEASY. even though it means that sam could get some. their lives are... reasonably attractive indeed.

oh, dean...

it's too early for the painting to be destroyed, so it must be... something else.

maybe it's the frame then. wait... it just appeared BACK IN THE FRAME. SHIT.

oh, dean!

dude, he CAPSLOCKED YELLED. he did. and he is like, uber dork. super, uber dork.

columbian neckties? da vinci code? man. i'm...

i don't hear a denial!!! and dean! *smirk* don't pull the "dead person would want you to be happy" card. gah. dean, you make me wish you were... you aren't...

that dad in the picture is creeptastic.

she's dead! already. that's not cool. sam's gotta break the winchester rule of silence. that's not cool. none of this is cool. haunted paintings, crazy people...

this is like the red violin or something... do you remember that movie? cause i feel like i'm going crazy. dean's a darling. he wants her to marry sam. that's so cool.

maybe the spirit wants you to solve things. maybe that's up. i'm sorry, that's fucking... this bothers the hell outta me and why isn't someone gonna wait OUTSIDE SO THEY DON'T GET LOCKED IN?

the eyelash?? that was... no comment.

sammy is harry potter! and this chick must be like... epicurean. eat, drink, merriment, tomorrow we die.

why are they at a graveside at night? and why is it that them doing that is hot? maybe i'm just a little... no comment.

that isn't isaiah! or however it's spelt. *dies of silly* hahahah... the music makes me happy. in love with a girl...

shit. it was the little girl that did it.

i am scared. very scared. dammit. FUCK.

I AM SO GLAD I'M WATCHING THIS IN THE DAYLIGHT.

that head was freaky too. THE STRAIGHT RAZOR. THAT IS, THE DOLL. I MEANT TO SAY THE DOLL. LOOK BEHIND YOU CHUMP.

the girl is so freaky dead.... sam under a desk. the girl.... shit shit shit.... it isn't cool to have.... antique dolls. THAT'S WHY I HATE DOLLS. SERIOUSLY. AND I TOLD YOU THE DAD WAS TRYING TO SAY SOMETHING.

fucking graveyards at night and dolls and evil ghost chicks and well, the fuck. antiques would make me go boom.

dean is.... that SMIRK. *molests dean* listen, sammy, she wants you. go back, see her, molest her too. seriously. cause... she wanted that. see the sad and wistful look on her face? that kiss is nowhere near enough... and dean! stop being a voyeur! ok, vote for shore leave!