Now, where the hell was I? Okay: So, Castiel has just realized something about Dean that the audience has known since at least the middle of the first goddamned season, and when Low Self Esteem Dean again hurls yet another snotty question into Castiel's remarkable and oddly beautiful face -- this time, "Why'd you do it?" -- Castiel, with his newfound understanding of Dean's fragile psyche, or whatever, carefully -- as in "full of care" -- enunciates, "Because God commanded it." Dean flinches -- almost as if he's been slapped hard across the face a couple of times -- before Castiel concludes: "Because We have work for you."

And that, my friends, is what a motherfucking DUN! looks like! I cannot wait until next week! "A-him!" Yes, Raoul? "You'll forgive me if I'm incorrect with my assumptions, I'm sure, but when you say you cannot wait until next week's no doubt enthralling installment, surely you mean you cannot wait until next week's no doubt enthralling installment, except for the part where you can, because you managed to get a copy of the screener, and you've watched next week's enthralling installment at least two times already?" Shut up, Raoul. "Well! I never!" And you never will if you don't shut it! "Hmph!"

Demian wonders why he hasn't seen you in church lately. Raoul knows perfectly well it's because Demian's damned shadow hasn't itself darkened the door of a church in over fifteen years, and of all the gall! Really! You may reach the former at demian_twop@yahoo.com. The latter is an imaginary gay dragon on the Internet.

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