Early supernatural was stale cigarette smoke, one-lane highways, weeping guitars and faded leather. it was camp fire stories that kept you awake at night, nostalgia for an era you were never part of. it was grief and daddy issues but it was longing and hope.
New supernatural is old blood stains covered with rust-coloured paint, a crowded car and an empty bunker. It is echoing hallways and heavy foot steps, the dread of losing the few souls left alive, and the joy of waving them good bye when they're no worse for wear. It is loss and fear of the known instead of the un, but it is still longing and it is still hope.
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1001 fandom jokes
FanfictionMost of these aren't mine and are from the Internet and Instagram. There will be some plot-twists and head canons included. Enjoy!
