Spoiler Alert : S11 Ep.8
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YOURS SINCERELY, GOD
My addition to the conversation inside the
Impala at the end of "Just my imagination"
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"I think you're lookin' for somethin' that's just not there Sam. It's like you're tryin' to turn your scattered bits of dreams an' daydreams into something more. Makin' a band aid outta them for the guilt you're haulin' around. You feel responsible for releasin' the Darkness, yeah? So now you need to believe you're the one can put it right again. An' hey presto! Suddenly, these dreams become messages from God! What? Does He sign them? Do they end Yours Sincerely, God? Listen to yourself Sammy. Anyone else would be called delusional...I've got an idea. How about this instead? These dream visions are actually from Lucifer who's pretendin' to be God just to fool you into either climbing back in to the cage, or lettin' him out of it so's he can pal up with Amara."
"No Dean...I really don't think it's Lucifer...
"Why not? 'Cos you'd rather it be God? 'Cos you don't want to think Lucy's messin' with your head again? You've no proof, no evidence either way. God's gone. You, we, know that. So what grounds have you got for deciding this shit, if it's comin' from anyone, is comin' from Him not Lucy?...You give me some kind of reasonable, and real, evidence an' I'll go along with it. Somethin' more than I think, 'cos bro'; I think a lot of things. Just because I might think somethin' though, that don't make it right for crapssake!"
"I see. So now you're telling me you were wrong to think I'm, how did it go? Lookin' for somethin' that's not there?"
"What?...No! Stop bein' such a dick...You know exactly what I mean! Look. You prove to me that it's God who's for some reason sending you cryptic dream messages, then leavin' you to try interpretin' them, 'cos that's always so freakin' helpful, an' I'll back you all the way. Till then? Nothin' doin'...An even if you can prove it? Then I'll want to know why God Almighty, who supposedly only took six days to make the damn world, ain't just clickin' his fingers an' poppin' the lock himself; an' why He can't deal with His own damn sister. It's not like He's ever helped me out with you! As I recall, it was me changed your stinky diapers, not once did freakin' God beam down an' do it for me. ... How come you're so fixed on Lucifer possibly being relevant anyway?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean it might not be him. In case you'd forgotten little brother, Michael is still in the cage too."
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Chick xxx