"Our Kripke, Who art in Vancouver, Hallowed by thy name.
Thy cliffhangers come, thy story arcs be done, on the show as it is in fandom.
Give us this day our Thursday episode.
And forgive us our criticisms, as we forgive Sam and Dean.
Lead us not into insanity, but deliver us from bad television.
For thine is the show, and the power, and the epic,
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He layeth me in green pastures (and comfy beds and backseats of cars)
He leadeth me to vodka and waters
He restoreth my impala
He leatheth me in the path of scrabble for both our sake
Yeah I walk through the Valley
I fear no demons or creepy crawlies for he is with me
His rod and his staff they *comfort* me
He preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies
Then kickest their butts
And annointest me with sexy massage oil
Surely fangirls will follow him all the days of his life
And I will dwell in the house of the Dean forever
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