All hell is fixing to break loose.
I woke up in a Supernatural mood this morning. It's a rainy, dreary morning. The kind of rain that just keeps coming and coming and coming. It made me think of the rain that seemed to be so present in the episode, All Hell Breaks Loose, Pt. 1. The scene at the diner, the scene with Dean & Bobby, and even though it didn't rain on Sam while he was trapped in the demon ghost town of Coldwater Creek, the sky seemed to always look like it was ready to drizzle a good one.
So, as I sit and watch the drizzle of liquid escaping the sky, my thoughts are on Dean and Sam Winchester and what they will encounter in tonight's episode. I don't want to watch it. I'll be honest ... since I watched and posted my TVG blog about this episode ... I haven't watched it. I couldn't. These last three episodes rend my heart for the emotions that are packed inside are incredible. The highs, the lows and everything in between.
I keep telling myself that I don't need to watch tonight. It's not like I don't have it on video tape and iTunes. I could simply wait until next week and watch both parts back to back (cause there would be no end to the heartache doing that, now, would there?) and be done with it. I could wait and watch it on my new Season 2 dvd set that I will be getting next Tuesday and perhaps if I listen to the commentary as I watch it, it won't take my heart, raise it through my throat, choking all air from going out or coming in, then for extra measure throw that heart of mine and stomp upon it with hard workman's boots. Perhaps the commentary will keep me detached.
Everyone who knows me and honestly believes that ... please come on over ... I have some newly developed swampland in Arizona to sell to you.
You know I will be watching tonight. My mind will scream no as my hand reaches for the remote. It's inevitable for the Supernatural Obsessive. I'll tell you something else. I won't be wandering the room or working on something else. I'll be perched, right there on the couch, watching, being sucked in, knowing in that spot in the back of my head what is coming and still being unable to not gasp and freak when it occurs.
Now if you will please excuse me. If I'm going to have this type of obsessive thought process this morning then I'm going to do the only sensible thing I can do. Instead of standing at the window looking out at the drizzle, I'm going to go stand in it. If Jensen can do such an outstanding job of acting in the stuff, I can go certainly take my obsession and go outside and just stand in the stuff.