November 15, 2018
Jack is sitting alone in the Bunker’s kitchen. He takes a sip of coffee, testing to see if it’s right. He picks up the sugar dispenser and holds it over his cup for an 8-count (as one does, if you’re me). Dean walks in and is like, simmer down with the diabeetus, Wilford. Jack explains that, without his powers, everything tastes different. He can’t get his coffee how he likes it, so.
November 8, 2018
THEN: “It was just a wish. I wished for Mom to live. That Mom never died, we never went hunting and you and me just never uh… you know.”
Dean pauses in the doorway of the Bunker library where Sam is holding a morning briefing with the AV Clubbers. Dean seems amused; Sam seems embarrassed and quickly breaks up the meeting. It feels at first like Dean is busting chops, but it’s not like he can just come right out and tell Sam that he’s proud of him. Approval is something they each got so rarely from John that they don’t know what to do with it. So Dean has to tease.
November 1, 2018
THEN: We’ve got slicing and dicing, scream queens and killing machines … and racist ghost trucks. Never forget.
Dean is in his room, living his best surrounded by empties and snacks wrappers sprawled out on his bed eating cold pizza horror movie marathon life. He’s been holed up for a week. Cas is busy with Jack. Kaia Ren is in the wind. They have no clue where Michael is, and—not that he’s complaining—the house is full of strangers.
I would hide, too.
October 25, 2018
THEN: “I only go to one place– the Bad Place. It’s just… blood and death and monsters.”
Dean is back, back in the safety of his family and the Bunker, but struggles to overcome a horror that still confronts him. Like a nightmare, it’s always just there. Watching …
Sam’s Grief Beard.