Dude. If the only concrete result of my stupid, never-ending epic is that it made you write tanned, oiled, kohl-eyed Sam in a flaxen mini-skirt? Then I freaking RETIRE, baby, because MY WORK HERE IS DONE.

I can't get over how you managed to make this scary and sexy and wrong and psychologically significant and ... like, line the whole cast of characters up and cast them perfectly AND apparently give Dean a blow job, all at the same time. It's ... what's the word I'm looking for?

Oh, that's right.

AWESOME