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Waiting for Sam and Dean (a Supernatural post)

I did not want to get too involved in the Supernatural forums; I did it before on a previous obsession and it near ruined me. Before this season’s Supernatural went on a three week hiatus, I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of times I went on the Supernatural forum. I admit I go to the website regularly. I look at the promos for future episodes. Occasionally, out of curiosity, I look up info on Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki, but I don’t delve too personally into their personal lives because:
a) they are not Sam and Dean Winchester
b) they are luvvie actors, not intrepid demon hunters

But desperate times call for desperate measures. With a new episode of Supernatural not airing till March 15, there are only so many times I can note how hot evil Sam is before I get bored.

First, I read about what other people think about Supernatural, which on a forum dedicated to Supernatural on a website dedicated to Supernatural, means that the reviews go from generally good to screaming-fan-girl adoration. Next, I read the spoilers which make my craving worse because by then I’m blithering with excitement at all the promised goodness to come. I burst a blood vessel. Nearly.

The point where I fall down is when I start trawling the web for Jensen Ackles, Jensen Ackles + Jared Padalecki, and then here’s when I not only fall down but drop down a 100 foot hole, break every bone in my body except for my thick skull so my brain can function and ponder my stupidity till I bleed to death, I google for Jensen Ackles + Joanna Krupa. God, the shame. And because I am a on a hamster-like spiral where I keep pushing the torture button instead of the sanity button, I read about them and I look at the pictures. Even I can see Joanna Krupa is drop dead gorgeous and hot to boot and if I were a lesbian (which despite me telling my cousin that I am, I am not) I’d go for Joanna Krupa. I can definitely see why a hot guy like Jensen dated her. I know, I know, it’s Jensen Ackles not Dean Winchester that is dating/dated her but as my sister (and fellow Dean fan) says, “He’s wearing Dean’s face!”

Comments

Anonymous said…
Ew, you're better than some topless model
Kere said…
Thanks but it still doesn't give me Dean.
butttown said…
I am so with you on this one--I generally stay away from the whole Supernatural Fandom (mostly because when you're looking for a screencap from Houses of the Holy and end up with fan fiction, it's just not right), but when they're on hiatus, I CAN'T HELP MYSELF. I need my Supernatural fix and sometimes that comes in the form of Padackles online insanity.
Kere said…
Fan fiction - now that's just wrong.

Padackles - love that.
butttown said…
You know what is just kind of wrong? Some people write stories not about the show, but about JP and JA. Like they write fictional stories about their lives and junk. I mean, no offense to those that do, but I find the concept FREAKY AND WRONG. It just seems so rude and gross. And slightly libelous as well.

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