A Supernatural Story

I have been...procrastinating on doing a post about this show. This is my Supernatural story...

Let's go back to the year 2005. One night in September I actually have something to do besides college homework or just being lazy and loser-ish on my couch with my then roommate. I have a new job, a new potential boyfriend (that's the biggie, people) and a new social circle that consists of more times than not drunken college students and servers. So, getting to the point, I had better things to do than sit at home and check out the new WB series, Supernatural, no matter how smokin' hot the lead actors were. So, I set a blank video cassette (ah, the good old days...) to record the show and politely told my roommate that I would politely break her pretty little legs if she ruined my recording. I excitedly left to go see my potential new boyfriend (a lovely relationship that ended up lasting more than two years) as my roommate smirked behind my back at my failed attempt at polite threatening. The next day I asked her what she thought about the show. Big mistake, people. She gave me a pretty little anguished pout, as if I had made her watch an obnoxiously long infomercial selling really ugly shoes. She then started to whine about how stupid and ridiculously predictable the show had been. She had NOT been impressed. Now, there are very few people whose options I trust when it comes to TV and film. She was not one of them, to say the least. Still, when a show comes with that kind of introduction, it's hard to knock those kind of thoughts of out your head. It's a first impression kind of thing. So, when I finally sat down to watch the first episode, I too was unimpressed. After that debacle, Supernatural and I had a falling out and I never again spent the effort to try watching it again. Until now...

Tina and Katie finally convinced me to borrow their first season Supernatural. We spend a lot our time together talking about our favorite books, TV and films. We share our own favorites and it's very unusual for us to NOT fall in love with each other's favorites. They were adamant about the fact that I would LOVE this show. Out of respect for their opinion, I promised to try out the first season again. It sat on my coffee table for a couple weeks before I sighed in resignation and popped the first disc in. I slowly made it through the first disc, but the slow part didn't last long. By about a quarter of the way through the season, I was hooked. I'm not sure if I should love or hate my friends for finally forcing me to watch Supernatural. Love, because it's a really fun and entertaining show, full of Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki hotness. Hate, because loving this show and these actors is making me feel like a drooling, twittering, obnoxiously obsessed teenager. Again. I mean, I went through this with Buffy...must I go through this again?! And now, when I am almost 26 years old? Seriously? *Sigh*. Yup, there's just no stopping it. No hiding it...

Hi, my name is Lauren...and I'm in love with Supernatural.

*Hi, Lauren* -- All voices from In Love With Teenage Heartthrobs Anonymous

So, I bet you can guess where your QotD is coming from, huh? Yeah, good guess. Enjoy and try to keep your judgement to yourself. I'm a fragile little drooling teenager.

Molly: Oh, thank God!

Dean: Call me Dean.

Dean: One of us should probably stay here with you just in case he stops by.

(Madison leaves the room)

Sam: All right, you go, I'll stay.

Dean: Forget that. You go after the creepy ex, I'm gonna hang here with the hot chick.

Sam: Dude. Why do you always get to hang out with the girls?

Dean: Because I'm older.

Sam: Dude... were you on my computer?

Dean: Uh...no...

Sam: Oh really? Cuz it's frozen now, on bustyasianbeauties.com?

Sam: So?
Dean: The secretary's name is Carly. She's 23, she kayaks, and they're real.
Sam: You didn't happen to ask her if she's seen any black dogs lately, did you?
Dean: Every complaint called in this week about everything big, black or dog-like. There's 19 calls in all. And I don't know what this thing is.
Sam: You mean Carly's MySpace address?
Dean: Yeah, MySpace. What the hell is that? [Sam laughs] Seriously, is that, like, some sort of porn site?