Stars For The Weary - Dear Brother, I will love you for forever and then more

Last night I reminded mom that Supernatural was going to be new, and that she best watch it. While we were on the phone she was all, "Ooo this looks like a scary one...(wait for it)...oh wait, they're all scary" *shakes head and laughs* Oh how I love you, Mom. I let her go so she could focus on watching it, but half way through she calls me to tell me, "Oh you're really gonna like this one a lot, it's a good one" and then "But have some kleenex handy". Get you're minds out of the gutter people, she meant it had the potential to be a tearjerker. :P

So mom's pretty accurate with what will and won't affect me.

[This next bit's cut for spoilers, not that's they're particularly spoilery, but you never know, you know?]


At the end, when Dean returns and the place is decked out (well as decked out as a seedy motel room can be on a budget of zero dollars) and the boys talk and exchange presents (although Dean clearly wasn't expecting to, hence him giving Sammy what he had just picked up for himself, but it was the gesture itself, so yeah), that whole bit right there. It made me cry.

I miss home so much that I actively work against thinking, all day everyday, otherwise I would simply wallow in how much I dislike it here and how much I truly long to go home.

I miss my brothers. Parker's got a girl he likes right now, and I can't even meet her. Josh is doing well in school and just got a new job. Christopher's plugging along finishing up school and figuring out whether he wants to travel some before or after grad school. I miss my brothers...and that stupid show I love made me cry for that exact reason.

Life here so far has been a long succession of unbelievably uncool things happening to me day after day. I'm gonna skip all the bad stuff. It feels indulgent and unnecessary to go on about all that, and honestly, the list of things would have most people thinking I was making it up, because realistically, no one's luck is this bad...well, almost no one's. *shrugs*

The brighter than bright spot here is Barb. When I talk to Barb on the phone, or get a chance to hang out with her it reminds me of all the good stuff in life, and everything makes sense, at least for a little while. Thank God for Barb. She took me to this extremely cool little restaurant the other day. They cut their own fries, they bake their own bread, and they make the best BLTs EVER! Thank you, Barb, thanks for always being awesome.

But back to Supernatural, To me this episode was like cake, like a present, like something I really needed right now. I loved everything about it. In the end though, Kripke and those Winchester boys owe me, because they went and made me miss my own brothers even more.


In happier news, I should be getting a care package from mom today (yay! comic books!), and tomorrow Barb and I are hanging out, so, you know, good times-good times. :)

How are all of you doing? I seriously want to know.

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