October WILL come. Sam will be fine. Dean will get out of FREAKING Purgatory! All will be well.
I'll tell you one thing – we're all going to have to write a lot of fan fic to get through this hellatus!
"Sammy, I been in this bed a week already!"
"And you'll be there another week if I think you need to be!"
"Two broken ribs, a concussion, two broken toes, three broken fingers – "
"Sam – "
" - knife wound to the chest, puncture to the left calf – "
"Sam – "
"- burns on your back, hip, thigh – "
"Not to mention – "
"Maybe I do feel a little weak."
"Okay, then. You want some more pie?"
Yeah, I know, what the hell has the title to do with the story? Nothing. It's just that the finale (much as I loved it) had me spouting expletives all over the place. And not sleeping well. So I consider it a major freaking accomplishment to post anything that doesn't turn the air blue.