"The castle is sweltering in the midsummer heat, stones breathing damply under the sun's height when even the air lies still."

Sam found a way to get rid of them for almost a month at a time, a spell that lasted until the first night of the full moon.

Dean had them heading towards Golden Valley on I-93 when the semi and the fighter jet went screaming by, blasting at each other with what looked like laserbeams. That was crazy enough, even before both of them smashed into the overpass and stopped long enough to unfold into giant robots. (Crossover with Transformers)

The strategy had not included getting drunk himself and losing all sense of timing and being the tawdry and expensive rebound sex.

There is a story that is not told in Ealdor anymore, not for many years now, a story about Beltane Eve.

It just seemed pretty fucking obvious to Dean: you couldn't get what you really wanted, so you had to take what you could get.

It was like seeing an unexpected hairpin and taking it, no thinking it through, just pure reflex.