I tried at first to ration the number of episodes I could watch. I tried one a week but after the panic attacks and the night sweats I tried two a week. Then I tried watching three on the CONDITION that I watched at least two from series one to three. By now I was off work and twitching violently at the smallest sound. I had also started to think I saw Sam and Dean in random parts of Bristol and in my bedroom but this was obviously wishful thinking. In the end, and despite the TRAVESTY of waiting until September 2009, I watched them all and as with all the other series, words (almost) fail. Depicitng angels must be the hardest thing to do without being naff or just too savvy. Castiel is perfect, Uriel very disturbing, Lazarus Rising is just a fantastic episode, but Yellow Fever shows skill and with a nod at Twin Peaks, the continual flow of irony. Jensen is brilliant, happy with Dean and ready to push him forward a bit. I am probably too obsessed with this to have much of a critical edge left: Monster Movie was clever but a bit slow, and the Hallowean job might have been predictable, but for a man confronted with expensive therapy bills until PART TWO (and then god forbid, until SEASON FIVE) I am just think this is an awesome idea and long may it prosper.