Well, damn. The 15th season of SN will be its last. Padalecki and Ackles made the announcement that they're ready to go to something new. While I don't blame them and I'll be the first one to admit that not all seasons were all that great, I'm going to miss the show.
Years ago, I came home from a meeting one night and turned the tv on while changing my clothes. Did some channel-surfing and came across a bare-chested Sam (Padalecki). Said, "Hello there! What is this?" and sat down on the edge of the bed. And that was that. (Yes, I admit that I do occasionally swim in the shallow end of the pool.)
I developed a hell of a crush on Papa John Winchester and even shed a couple tears when he died. My name here on TCS is Winchester and that's because of SN.
I've watched every single episode, some more than once (or twice or three times or more). I have all the seasons on DVD. When Banshee was alive, her birthday was September 20. I always had that day off work and she and I would spend the day on the couch with me watching the previous season of SN and her flopped on my chest sleeping. It was our "thing" and we did it for years until she passed away.
After 15 years, what the hell am I gonna do with my Thursday nights?
Years ago, I came home from a meeting one night and turned the tv on while changing my clothes. Did some channel-surfing and came across a bare-chested Sam (Padalecki). Said, "Hello there! What is this?" and sat down on the edge of the bed. And that was that. (Yes, I admit that I do occasionally swim in the shallow end of the pool.)
I developed a hell of a crush on Papa John Winchester and even shed a couple tears when he died. My name here on TCS is Winchester and that's because of SN.
I've watched every single episode, some more than once (or twice or three times or more). I have all the seasons on DVD. When Banshee was alive, her birthday was September 20. I always had that day off work and she and I would spend the day on the couch with me watching the previous season of SN and her flopped on my chest sleeping. It was our "thing" and we did it for years until she passed away.
After 15 years, what the hell am I gonna do with my Thursday nights?