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It's not destiny, just a rabbit's foot


I had forgotten The Winchesters for a bit (well, they left me first!), what with other obsessions taking root and then me moving town and starting a new job and clocking up to 100 working hours a week.

Thankfully, the hours have eased a little and I haven't passed out in a coma everytime I come home so I get to spend a little more time with my favourite brotherly duo.

The first epsisode of Season 3 was a disappointment to me, honestly, when I watched it a few months ago, and it made me run back to my new television hero, Dexter Morgan from the equally terific TV show Dexter (why is it terrific? Because the hero is a crime scene investigator for the Miami Police by day and a serial killer who chops people up at night. Woo!)

But on this recent vacation I've had the chance to get reacquainted with the Supernatural guys and forgive me for losing the faith the first time around because aren't they just the most adorable couple of wise-cracking, world-saving hunks you ever set eyes on? What?!? Am I missing the plot of the story completely? Or am I just losing the plot?

Will Lanky break the devil's deal that will take his brother's life? Will Bendy ever wipe that smirk off his face long enough talk to his brother like a person? Can the Winchester brothers send every last demon they accidentally released back to hell? Or will they die trying? We'll just have to see, won't we?
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