The case at the center of tonight’s Supernatural was a pretty disgusting one. It involved a monster that used a trunk-like appendage to suck and consume fat from humans. Gross as that is, though, I’d rather watch 20 minutes of some monster called a
Fish Taco Pishtaco munching on a portly midwesterner than 20 seconds of Sam and Dean hurling harsh truths at each other. Because at least I can turn away from the former. With the latter, there’s no choice but to sit there and watch those two battle it out, knowing all along that it’s impossibly to truly choose a side in the brother battle.
Once again, I’m exhausted by these boys. And need a hug.