The weird (supernatural?) thing about Supernatural is that though I love the show with all my heart, and I love finding people to talk to about it who share my passion, I would never recommend watching it to my friends.
Why? Because it has destroyed my life, I began it over the summer when I found Season 1 in a charity shop for £5 and it was a terrible idea, there are so many episodes! I'm on Season 7 at the moment, I've watched 136 episodes, that's 3 days 18 hours and 40 minutes! (I think, maths is hard when you're tired). I'm supposed to be doing all this work for university and instead I'm watching The Adventures of Sam and Dean. I set Heat of the Moment as my Tuesday alarm! That's how you know you've got it bad. But it affects the way you think too, the smell of rotten eggs suddenly = demon, I was delivering some leaflets for a friend when I saw all this salt over a driveway, slugs was my second thought.
Also its really hard to make new friends when you keep thinking of Sam saying "Did you service Oberon, King of the Fairies" and doing a really weird smirk, I'm the one smirking, not Sam. And the crushing depression! Each season is like eagerly waiting 22 episodes for a punch in the face, I had an hour spare and I thought I'd watch Season 5 episode 10, when its not Sam or Dean its worse because you know they're, (probably) not coming back :'(, before I went out with one of my new Uni friends, (at the time we'd known each other for maybe two days) terrible idea, I greeted her with tears streaming down my cheek, nose like a tap, eyes red and puffy; its a miracle she still talks to me.
But its OK, I know I'm not alone, look I even found a GIF.
Its basically an addiction.
Rant over :)