#Letters from nowhere 2 episodes free

As soon as he vanishes behind the bunker door, Sam pulls Eileen into a kiss that is considered impolite to have in front of your sibling.Īfter they’ve both calmed down a fraction, Sam fills Eileen in on what she missed, signing as much as he knows. She cries on him too, though Sam’s jacket is so covered in dirt and blood that the tears might actually make it cleaner.ĭean doesn’t say a word, just walks past them and mouths to Sam “I’ll be inside, loverboy” with a wink. She laughs and hugs him back, and Sam was so sure he would only hear that laugh again on his voicemail that he starts crying on her nice jacket. Sam almost trips over his own feet to pull her into a hug. And we’ve done more with less.Įileen is waiting for them when they get back to the Bunker. He said he couldn’t grab you himself (something about the Empty being its own thing who knows) but he gave us some leads to start looking. We asked him about getting you back before he went hands off. Anyway, apparently Godhood means an anti-interference policy or something, so yeah he’s gone.

#Letters from nowhere 2 episodes free

Score one for Team Free Will 2.0.īut, Jack is gone. You can easily catch up on what you missed while you wait for us to pick you up. You don’t have to ask someone for payphone quarters and 2. But when you get back, you should still have your phone (Dean said it went with you) and I plan to keep paying the bill so 1. I know this is kinda stupid: it’s not like you get bars in the Empty or anything.

He sends off the first message a few minutes later. They’ve won: it’s time they feel like it. He doesn’t get to dictate their life as an endless repeating tragedy. “We can never have a victory without a loss to ruin it.” All he’d been able to provide them with was some leads to opening a portal and a wish of luck. They’d asked Jack to bring Cas back too, of course, but apparently his Godhood has limits when it comes to the empty. The jubilation of their win sours in his head, the reminder that one person isn’t here to see it a depressing note on what should be their happy new beginning. He looks to Dean, considering saying something, then decides better of it. His thumb lingers over “Castiel” about to press down when he remembers. After fifteen minutes of calls and messages, Sam opens his contacts to reach out to the one number he hasn’t heard from. He’s all eyes on the road, heading back to the Bunker like this was a regular job. If Dean notices him tearing up, he doesn’t mention it. It’s such a departure from the last times they saved the world with nothing but silence and a new crisis to await them.Įileen’s text to him causes his breath to catch. He’s shocked they even remember what happened. Some messages he gets are from hunters he hasn’t heard from in years, folks he thought might have died on the job. Dean’s too, though he can’t answer since he’s driving. His phone has been beeping non-stop since Jack turned the lights back on.

It was impossible to imagine this would all still be going on years later.Īt this point - in our third year of the pandemic - it’s clear that the only reliable constant is that Covid is entirely unpredictable.īertha Hidalgo, a University of Alabama epidemiologist, was faked out by a variant that never truly got off the launchpad.He sends out the first one on the ride home from what should have been the end of the world with a dog in the backseat and the radio set to blast.

Sometimes I think back to March 2020, when we all went into lockdown and groaned at the idea of having to stay in our houses for what we then thought would be just a few weeks, and am forced to laugh. “Will we ever get a break?” I can’t tell you how many times I have asked myself this over the past year.

When will this surge end? And if transmission is this high now, during the summer when transmission has often been at its lowest, what does that mean for this fall and winter? Will we ever get a break? - Stephanie, New York City With Covid cases on the rise in much of the world, in the Q&A this week one frustrated reader wonders when it will all finally end. Hi folks, it’s Kristen logging on from Brooklyn.