Six years ago today a tractor trailer plowed into the side of ‘67 Chevy Impala and I, along with millions of people around the world panicked. Not just because we had no idea whether the three men we loved inside would live, but because we had no idea whether or not we would ever find out. It was an agonizing couple of weeks before we would learn that our beloved Winchesters would indeed return to us in the fall. Now, here we are, six years later. Our family has grown larger, we’ve met new friends through our mutual love of the Winchesters, we’ve gained a third Winchester brother (and lost him … twice), we’ve fallen in love with a well-intentioned angel (whose good intentions have caused disaster) and watched as the closest thing Sam and Dean have to a father passed away, only to refuse to leave his boys behind. We’ve fought demons and angels, even Lucifer himself; we’ve laughed, we’ve cried, we’ve screamed and thrown things at our television sets. Six years ago we had no idea if we would even see a second season, and now we’re looking ahead to season eight. It’s amazing to look back and see how far we’ve come over the course of this show, and the ride isn’t over yet. Thank you to the cast and the crew for your work over the last seven years; I can’t wait to see what you have in store for us next.