I'm sitting here, listening to Save Rock & Roll and sitting on my hands to keep from writing the Haven OT3 "when the Troubles are over, Nathan's gonna be touch-starved" story. Ten bucks says he turns into the Maine version of the Bacchae. Or, you know, the law-enforcement-not-a-lady version.

This is the kind of shit that happens when I spent a solid week listening to Fall Out Boy and stumbling back down the Supernatural hole. I THOUGHT I WAS OUT, YOU SONS OF BITCHES.

(...seriously, I am probably going to write that. And I apologize in advance, because I am rusty like a gate.)