She had curves in all the wrong places. She had a boob sticking out of her kneecap and I’d never seen an ass on the back of someone’s head before
She had legs that went on forever. And ever, and ever. Legs going on into the endless primordial void from which we all came from and to which we shall all return. Her toes touched infinity, her hips perched on the cessation of existence.
If someone asks you, “What is Supernatural about?”
The first words out of your mouth are two brothers.
Two brothers drive across America in a kickass car and fight monsters.
Two brothers go on a search for their father and hunt evil things.
Two brothers stop the apocalypse and save the world.
Two brothers, saving people, hunting things.
Two brothers — and the rest is all extra.