Jensen Ackles Talks "Supernatural" Season 8 at Comi-Con

They’d reached the main town of Riverside, and Sam had to admit, he could understand people wanting to escape for holiday season, o any season for that matter. Riverside was run-down, and at least every few metres Dean drove was a closed down store o some sort. The weather, he supposed, hadn’t helped improve his first impression of the town; now it was mid morning, the gloomy air and the light but constant patter of rain which had not let up from last night was enough to obscure his opinion of the area. As they left the main centre of the town, Dean observed the road he was following...

The hospital was at the other end of town- a whopping three miles away. Dean was still fretting over how small and cramped the town seemed when they stepped into the morgue. The coroner opened a drawer labeled “Doe, Jane,” and pulled out the body.

She was tall, skinny, dishwater blonde- the exact image of Sharon.

Dean, D, Sam, Samantha, and Sharon all stared at the body in dumbfounded amazement. Sharon clapped a hand over her mouth to hide her astonishment.

“What the-” Dean began.

“The resemblance is remarkable,” the coroner agreed.

“How the hell…?” D muttered.

The coroner turned...

Dean and D both reached for the last slice of pizza, their hands bumping together, and they frowned at each other across the table. "Come on!" argued Dean. "You had two pieces before I even got here."

"Yeah, but I paid for it!" dicho D.

Dean frowned. "Didn't tu ever learn to share back in kindergarten?"

"No," D admitted without hesitation, "but I became a damn good shot. It's amazing how much damage tu can do with a water pistol." She chuckled.

Dean continued to frown.

D slid the pizza box across the mesa, tabla at him. "Here, enjoy your precious pizza, bitch."

Dean was appalled. "I'm not the bitch. You're...