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I’ll have to admit. These two months of essaying would have been that bit more hellish (all puns intended) if it weren’t for the delish demonslaying duo of Dean and Sam. Brooding, emo-loading, testosterone-packed. I guess it’s obvious why I can’t stand Grey’s Anatomy, which the best friend loves. I’d take adrenaline over sniffy doctors waxing lyrical in hospital lifts. Anyday.