Listeners, I have just received word that our new visitor—you know, the British one, with his soul unwillingly tethered to a non-euclidean facet of what we perceive to be human terror—is listening to our show!

A podfic of "Pack Mentality"

Five lone wolves do not make a pack. Unless they do.

Cycles of love and loss and understanding.

It is the heart of the jungle that makes roots that spread below the ground.

"Don't slouch, Maxine, it makes you look common," says Barbara.

Sam didn't need his gun, or Ruby's knife or Cas' blade tonight. He had the power running through his veins to end it all tonight. This sacrifice would be the most righteous thing the demons he drained could ever do. Killing Lilith, avenging his brother, tabula rasa.

"You're Murdock's second in command."

"We're partners," Foggy says, but he can't not trip over the words because it's fucking cold in here and his tongue feels swollen in his mouth. Maybe he's got a chipped tooth. "That's how lawyers work, we're partners."

This guy knows about Matt. He fucking knows.

Ben isn't here to kill him. He's here to learn a lesson.

There are still two men in Kathy's life.

Andrew might not be able to play any more, but of course, there are alternatives.