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Dex!

I grew up with yes ma'am and sir and no ma'am and sir, and I am familiar with every tone and nuance of the aforementioned. So Dean's level gaze and his tiny nod of acceptance was all, "You're gonna stay here and bait the wraith and give me time to get to your folks and save them. I get it. I'd do the same thing. I respect you for it. Now, I got this, you have my word. Yes, ma'am."

Come on over to spn_darkside and join the discussion on the premiere episode of Supernatural's thirteenth (!) season here.

What did you think? Where do you guess the season is headed, and what dark paths will viewers discover along the way? Questions, comments, and speculative discussion all welcome!

My local cable lineup says they're running the two-hour Vampire Diaries series finale they ran last week again tonight, thus no new SPN tonight. Is everybody else getting a new episode?

Just me, then?

In the interest of being able to find it again, I'm moving this here, from a comm discussing how Mary isn't being written.

She couldn't see resemblance in this tall person before her to anyone in her family, or John's, that she remembered. John's dimples, of course, a hint of the cleft in her own jaw, the long arm and leg bones they shared. But he was a stranger, and no matter how mild and meek he tried to seem, an air of danger radiated off him. On the street, her instinct would have been to avoid him.

But, even though her heart found no connection, her brain acknowledged this was her son, the infant she'd held in her arms mere days, weeks ago. And she could read on that face a lifetime of pain and effort and sacrifice--John's journal had informed her of some of it. Castiel had shared even more--things she couldn't bear to think of happening to that baby boy.

It hurt to look at him and know she hadn't been there to protect him, not only from the bad things most folks don't know about, but from the ordinary hurts of life, and yes, even the implacable standards and strictures his father had forced him to live by.

She could feel the residue of all that pain and hardship, but what was worse was that he seemed to have accepted it, to carry all of it with a weary air of having earned it, deserved it. And that hurt worst of all. It scared her to face her failure to have done the least thing to protect her child, in fact to have been the agent who brought it all on him. A weight of guilt so enormous she couldn't stand being in the room with it, or with him, or with her other son, who had suffered equally, and at her hands.

But in those scarce moments when she was able to step away from that burden of guilt, and to lay aside her mourning for the young family she had lost, she could look at Sam and see someone robbed, not only of childhood, but of being treasured, his accomplishments delighted in, of a supporting parent, of a mother's love. And in those moments, she acknowledged their kinship, and made the first tentative effort to reach out to him.

...as I said, wishful thinking.

While I try to find my articulate about the ep itself,( just let me say that )

Also, we have snow on the ground this morning. I should get pictures of the garden Buddha, serene with snow on his shoulders. Here he is.

( NSM with the spoilers, actually )

In other news, the last time I cut my hair I went from mid-back to about two inches in length overall. It's at mid-back again, and I'm looking kind of longingly at the hair shears. I can do blunt chin length myself, and probably will sometime this week. But I really want it layered, choppy, and messy. I'm gonna need some help with that. Wish me a stylist who listens.