Found one fan's theory about Castiel and how he's possibly connected to YED and this is worth thinking about. ( Also, my own thoughts on those ideas... )

So don't look if you don't wanna see. I'm weak. I admit it. I looked. I took. Don't hate me coz I'm weak. Pics and credit to Repro Images.

If you know differently, let me know so I can re-label, but from what I've heard, ( these are from Ep2 of season4 )

Well, with the start of school we officially handed the keys to the Sante Fe to our eldest, who starts his junior year in high school. I work from home and he drove it 90% of the time last year and when he took it to school I was left without a vehicle, which working from home I didn't necessarily need one.

Or so we thought.

Things kept coming up; my youngest son's school would call for this reason or that and I couldn't go there. No car. Had to call the hubbie from work to do this and that. With our youngest son starting peewee football, and my hubbie starting to travel more for work, and my shift change to working overnights and having 3 days off, I need a car now.

So, we decided against another Sante Fe coz they're about $30,000 and just a lot more car than we need presently. And I am kinda tired of the whole SUV experience and I'm ready too for a car with better gas mileage. THis one, once paid off, in 6 years will go to our youngest son when he starts driving.

Ok, so we got a Mazda 3, which is like a revamped and updated Protoge'. I owned a used Protege' years ago and it wasn't a bad car. This one? LOL.. isss niiiiiice. I gotta admit. I am in love with it's littleness (compared to the Sante Fe) and its peppiness - this sucker zooms and handles so nice. And, this one was featured at the Dallas AutoShow a few months ago and cost $10,000 less than the Sante Fe.

( Here are Mazda 3 Pictures!! My new baby... )

Obama and McCain - I have never been so uncertain of which way to turn..."

You can view each candidates stance on key issues here...
Special Report Election 2008: The candidates and your money
http://money.cnn.com/news/specials/election/2008/index.html
If you'd like.

And a more abbreviated look here...
Your Money: McCain vs. Obama
http://money.cnn.com/galleries/2008/news/0806/gallery.election_issues/index.html

The choice is yours..............................

Under the cut are my own thoughts and speculation as to what might happen in the opening permier of season 4 of Supernatural. Some of my speculations are based on what Kripke said at Comic Con..

( Kripke admitted at Comic Con that earlier this summer he threw out some 'red herrings' for the fans to chomp on, )

Two nights until Ryan, my youngest, comes home from church camp. Lastnight, at 8 pm, when we normally lay down together and read a chapter from his favorite book, I found myself in his bed, lights off, staring at the glowing stars on his ceiling, his pillow clutched in my arms, praying for him. I miss him.

Two weeks until my best-es friend, maimat, best-es friend in IN ALL OF THE WORLD, comes home. (August 8) Tam, if you're reading this: Dude, I sooooosooooosoooo miss you. I haven't had the heart to work on either of my fics since our last e-mail. Being out of touch with you seriously screws with my writing mojo. I MISS YOU! I feel like things are on hold without you to ground me every day.

Four weeks until school starts (August 25). Both boys will no longer be hanging out here at home, and I can get on a more normal sleep rhythm, what with my working over-nights and all and needing to sleep during the day.. WITHOUT INTERRUPTION! *sigh*

Eight weeks until season 4 of Supernatural starts (September 18)!!! I've been trying to stay spoiler-free. Now, not entirely sucessful, I know some of the casting stuff and some of the facts of what's coming up, but nothing specific. Then I find the Comi-Con panel posted over at Youtube and Kripke's brought a 5 minute clip from the season opener... but the person who posted the Comi-Con panel stuff cut it off at the airing of the clip. And while I appreciate it somewhat that I didn't see the clip... I WANNA SEE THAT CLIP!

*sigh* I'm so friggin weak. I want that clip. Anyone know where it might be at Youtube?

Finally, Sue Pokorny, over at ffnet, has a new story called Dead or Alive and it stems from the comments from Kripke about the backstory of Supernatural being based in the making of the Colt, during the time of the wild west, AND Jensen's commenting that he'd like to be in a western. Go read what she has up so far. I'm a HUGE fan of westerns and this fic just scratches that itch so perfectly. She already has the story done and is posting like ever two or three days.

Here's the link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4428683/1/Dead_or_Alive If you don't read WIP's, take a chance on this one coz it's great and technically it's done, just she's posting ever few days, so its not like it's going to just be abandoned.

So, just wasted. what? Four hours of my LIFE trying to get these SPN Customized Mood themes to WORK!

*grumbles*

Snagged from novembersguest (PM to Novembersguest- DUDE!!! Like, where's the next chapter of your story!? *pouts*)

If there are one or more people on your friends list who make your world a better place just because they exist, and who you would not have met (real life or not) without the internet, then post this same sentence in your journal.

Yeah, you know who you are.... *cough*maimat*cough*... and I'm eternally glad that I know who YOU are too!

I think my eyes are going to bleed.

Took a new shift at work and wow... staying up from 9pm until 8am, four days a week is HARD!!!

When I close my shift, I lay down to catch up on sleep but at most I've only been able to catch about 4 hours - no one wakes me, I just seem to wake myself. Can't get back to sleep!

And that brings us to today, Sunday. It's nearly quittin' time and once 8 am rolls over on my time, I'm hitting the shower to go with the family for church. We'll see how that goes. I love our preacher. He's very very interesting and always delivers the message in an entertaining way, buuuuuut.. I hope the shower helps.

I might have to invest in some Monster energy drinks. *sigh* I hate those things. Taste nasty.

Dude, like, the last two hours of my shift are the absolute hardest to stay awake. Oh, in case you're wondering, I work in a call center. Well, not IN a call center. More like FROM a call center. I actually work from home, which is very cool.

Well, off to see if I can make it thru church without nodding off embarrassingly in the front row. Good Lord. Help.

I got tagged in the Interview Meme by lovinjackson!

I'm next, I guess. So here's how it works...
1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song. Or your favorite kind of sandwich. Something random. Whatever you like.
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions, and these rules.

And here are the answers to lovinjackson's interview questions to me, ( if anyone's interested. Under the cut. )

My first attempt at Supernatural fanfic, hopefully just the first and not the last. I’ve got a multi-chapter in the works, but I needed to exorcise some demons that the season 3 finale left me with. (Dude, Kripke, Next con, I’m going to stand up and say ‘CHRISTO!’ coz, you’re evil – and I love you) Now, back to work on that other fic.. I want it done before I post.

This ficlet came about in one of many conversations with my friend maimat while we’ve speculated until we’re blue in the face at what the season 4 opening ep might look like. Here's my vision/version of what might be...


Title: Fortunes and Fates
Author: jackfan2
Timeline: Opening Season 4, my vision
Warning: Spoilery up to the finale of season 3
Characters: Sam, Dean and Bobby’s POV
Fic Type: Speculative One-shot
Summary: Post No Rest for the Wicked. Bobby’s mind swirled with questions;
how was it possible? So much blood. The deal. He forced the questions aside.
None of it mattered for now. Now they had to act, while there was still
hope… “Sam, he’s not dead!”

Beta: maimat and she’s mine all mine! Do you hear me?! You can’t have her, and I’m not sharing. I’m posting this coz she asked me to and only coz her beta efforts made it better than it was.


~*~*~*~*~THEN~*~*~*~*~

Bobby skittered to a halt at the entrance to the room. The sight before him made his heart plummet to the ground. Sam sat on the floor, his back to him, rocking Dean’s bloodied, eviscerated body cradled in his lap, tears of grief streaming from his eyes.

The older hunter slammed his eyes shut. They’d been too late. Bobby fought to gather his emotions, harness his own grief and anguish. Dean Winchester was dead; the young man had been like a son to him. Fighting for control, he resolutely pushed back the sorrow that swamped his soul and stepped into the room. Sam needed him now, needed someone who’d understand.

On quiet feet he stepped up behind the younger hunter and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. The sight of Dean’s body was hard to look at, so he fixed his gaze on the top of Sam’s head, still fighting for control, trying to gather himself, and trying to find his voice.

“Sam…” Bobby ‘s voice broke, breath hitched in a controlled sob. Swallowing, he knelt beside the youngest Winchester – no, the only Winchester – the thought rocked him to the core and for a moment all he could do was place one hand on Sam’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. I…”

The quiet, mournful sounds of Sam’s grief filled the room. It was the sound of love, shattered and broken, the falling pieces echoing a deepest sadness.

Bobby took as deep a breath as his aching chest would allow, his lungs dying to answer the call to give way to his own breaking emotions. But Sam needed him now. Dean would want this, would want him to be there for him.

That’s all it took for Bobby to draw it in. Dean would want this, would want him to be there for Sam. Steeling his emotions, he turned to look at Sam, “We gotta…” then, of their own volition, his eyes met Deans open gaze. Bobby stilled.

There was something … just this side of the green of Dean’s eyes; something that didn’t speak of the dead, of the departed. Bobby wasn’t sure what it was that made him lunge toward the fallen hunter, the young man he’d come to love like a son, but he did.


Placing two fingers on Dean’s throat, he felt it; the faint flutter of a heart beat. “Sam.” Bobby choked. He turned his large, stupefied gaze on the younger Winchester. “He’s not dead.”

Sam’s eyes closed, tears spilled. “Bobby…” but he couldn’t finish; grief swamped him, fogged his brain.

Bobby’s mind swirled with questions; how was it possible? So much blood. The deal. He forced the questions aside. None of it mattered for now. The pulse was weak; they had to act, while there was still hope… “Sam, he’s not dead!”

Sam shook his head, “Bobby... God, I want him to be alive too but…”

Clearly Sam didn’t believe. Bobby grabbed Sam’s right hand and dragged it forcefully to Dean’s jugular. He knew the moment Sam felt it. The younger man turned to face him. A myriad of emotions played out in that few seconds: wonder, panic, hope, fear, elation, caution.

Bobby launched to his feet – ambulance they needed an ambulance – and frantically dug in his pocket. The cell phone was in his hands in seconds, open and he hastily punched keys.

A startled gasp filled the room and Bobby turned. The family that lived in the house, the very family who’d been terrorized by Lilith, stood in the door way gaping.

“My God..” The woman’s hand flew to her mouth. There was blood everywhere.

“Don’t just stand there!” Bobby shouted. “Here, take the phone and tell the ambulance where they’re going.”

“Right.” The mother grabbed the cell phone and started giving directions.

The father pushed the daughter to the side, so she couldn’t see any more than she already had. “What can I do?” He asked, feeling useless and needed something to focus on other than the ruin his family had become.

“I need towels, sheets, blankets. He’s lost a lot of blood and we gotta keep what’s left in him from leaking out. Go!”

Bobby turned and caught Sam’s eye.

“How…?” Sam choked, a new pool of tears puddling in his eyes. “Bobby…”

“I dunno, son, but we’re not looking this gift horse in the mouth. Maybe for once, just this once, the Winchesters found some luck.”


~*~*~*~*~NOW~*~*~*~*~

Six months later…

“Just be careful of the locals when you get there.” Bobby advised. He placed the phone in the crook of his shoulder to maintain contact while he placed the old book back on the shelf, safely amongst his collection of lore. Returning to the kitchen, he resumed cleaning the days dishes in the sink. “They don’t take real kindly to strangers.”

“I will.” Sam’s voice promised on the other end. There was a moment of silence then, “Um..“ Bobby heard him hesitate. “Hey, think you could call the hospital and check up on Dean for me?"

Bobby smiled gently. “They finally get tire of your naggin’?” There was the gentlest amount of sarcasm in the question ‘coz the older man knew how hard the last six months had been on Sam.

With his brother diagnosed as being in a permanent vegetative state, it had been hard to coax Sam away from Dean’s bedside. However, there was still the mystery of why Dean’s body was alive at all to be uncovered, and the ever-present concern over the location of Dean’s soul. Neither of those questions were going to be answered while keeping a hospital vigil.

“Yea…” Bobby heard the sad smile in his voice. “I just wish I could be there more for him but…”

“Son,” Bobby interrupted. “His vitals haven’t changed goin’ on six months now. You’re brother ain’t going anywhere. You got a job to do and part of that job is—”

“Yea yea, I know.” Sam sighed. “I’m just, I already failed him once, Bobby. What do we do next? Just…”

There was a noise coming from the front of the house and Bobby froze and listened. Then again. A knocking sound. “What the…?”

“What is it?”

“Someone’s at my door.” The knocking persisted and Bobby placed the dish he’d been washing back in the sink and called out, “Hang on! Be right there!”

“What, no one ever visit you?”

“No smart ass,” he snapped at the young hunter. Bobby moved through the house on his way to the front door. “It’s just that Wilson didn’t so much as raise a ruckus.”

“Well,” Sam chuckled. “That’s not so unusual. Dean and I got by him plenty of times. God, that dog must be 18 years old and partly deaf.”

“Ah, he knows you boys, so you don’t count.”

“Thanks.” Sam said dryly.

“But yea, I suppose you’re right. He is getting’ long in the tooth.” Bobby turned the knob and opened the door. And froze. The person leaning weakly on the doorframe made Bobby’s jaw dropped... along with the cell phone in his hand, right to the floor. “My god… Dean.”

“What?” The sound of Sam’s demands barely registered from the dropped phone on the floor. “Bobby? What’s going on?”

“What’d he do Bobby?” Dean asked hoarsely. Then his eyes rolled up into his head and he sagged to the floor. Bobby caught him before he could hit the floorboards and gently lowered him down the rest of the way.

Grabbing up the dropped cell phone, Bobby put it to his ear, “Sam! Stop what you’re doing and haul ass back here. Pronto!

“What is it? What’s happened?”

“It’s Dean son, he’s here. He’s… right here in my house. Don’t know how, but... get back here now!”

Sam didn’t hear anything more after ‘He’s… right here in my house’. The Impala was jerked frantically to the shoulder. The engine roared and gravel flew as he executed his U-turn.. The speedometer pegged at 85 mph and climbing as he pressed his foot to the pedal and headed back to the junkyard, his heart in his throat.

*Fin*

So, our ten year old, Ryan, he got his shoes soaked after walking home from school a couple months ago in the rain and they didn't dry out enough to wear them the next day. On a whim, my husband grabs a pair of MY shoes and has Ryan try them on.. and... THEY'RE TOO FRIGGIN TIGHT!

He made it thru the day with them on, but just barely.

That was two months ago. Yesterday we took him out to buy shoes... he's wearing a Man's size 7! I'm not sure what that translates in Women's shoe sizes but .. okay, when did that happen? When did my youngest's puppy paws get bigger than mine!?

----

So my eldest son said he'd invited a couple of friends over to swim. No worries, I nod, okay. Good. Time to get some good use out of the pool. Inside half an hour we ended up with 11 sixteen and seventeen year olds in the pool! Ten boys and one very brave girl. Oh, and my dog. She was hilarious; everytime one of the kids jumped in, she jumped in. She was always in the thick of things, my Sidney was.

And so now we know- the maximum capacity for both my nerves and my pool is eleven. But it was a fun day and the boys really were fairly well behaved. It could've been a disaster but my oldest son, he has pretty cool friends.

My oldest son is also about two feet taller than me... when did THAT happen?!?!?!?

Along with my good friend maimat I'm on the wagon; NO MORE SPOILERS!

'Cuz, seriously peeps, it's stressful. The buildup leading to the ep is often short of the formed expectation, and that's happened more times than I care to count this season. But the exception is the finale. God... *whimpers*

Ok, 'nough of that!

No more Kripke comments (I'm still going to yell 'CHRISTO' at the next Con I see you at Kripke. You are an evil SOB for what you did to Dean - and dammit, I love you for that)

No writers interviews (Sera.. you .. you... BIYOTCH! - I love you too *pets Sera)

No more listening to doom and gloom of the CW's demise (what ev')

No more ... NO MORE!

Now.. all that remains to be seen is how long I manage to stay atop my Radio Flyer wagon.

*sigh* BUT I WILL BE STRONG! I CAN DO THIS.. COZ... I'M BATMAN!

So, Wendigo is one of my all time favorite SPN eps, major Dean-droolage and some whump, so cool. My fav ep!

In an effort to get rid of with writer's block my bud maimat suggested we watch each ep, starting in season 1. The challenge would be to write SOMETHING.. ANYTHING that the ep inspires. FIND SOMETHING to write and FRIGGIN WRITE IT! A one-shot or drabble SOMETHIG!

Sorry.. as you can see.. I'm still frustrated

BUT while watching Wendigo lastnight I caught this for the first time. ROFL.. Like most of you, I've seen this ep like about a million times and never noticed this before. Go to the link and look! ROFL

http://maimat.livejournal.com/10511.html?nc=4

Tonight. Reveal time. Will he be in the top two? Will it be DAVID A and DAVID C in the finale????

GO DAVID COOK!!! 'Coz, dude, after Archulette showed his lac of talent to sing anything relevent to kids his own age with that Chris Brown song - DISASTER - COOK should totally win this thing.

I'm almost afraid to watch....*hides eyes*

My take on what will happen on the Supernatural Season Finale....

( Sam, Lilith and Ruby are battling it out. Dean's been cornered by the Hellhounds. )

YES!! YES YES!!!!

My LJ Page is FINALLY closer to looking like I wanted it!!!

Thank you very much to i_speak_tongue for all her brilliant help. *sigh* so content now...

Now, armed with knowledge (and a cheat sheet) I'm off to tweek our little fledgling SPN rec site! I'm dangerous now.. OH.. I'M BATMAN!

Okay.. so wrong gender but ..

I am sooooooo confuzzled. LJ has changed the way in which you select your layout with a very pretty selection process to see what you're getting before you select.

Well, I do all the selections, save my choice and what do I get? Nothing. Just the same damn layout I have now. Every. Single. Time.

W.T.F?

Don't now how to make this cotton-pickin-thing DO what I WANT!