I ship Sam Winchester with a character that doesn't exist. See, once upon a time Rufus told Bobby that he tried to be nice once, in 1981, worst year is his life. Which to me, in my head, meant a lady love and possibly a child. So in my head, there is a black, Jewish woman out there who is the right age, and learned to shoot machine guns at Israeli summer camps, plus she knows hoodoo and Kabbala, makes the best brisket, and has stories about Bobby and Rufus we've never heard before.













