This week’s Spoiler TV column.
Supernatural is all about the intensity of male-male relationships, about brothers in arms and how they’re wiling to die and sell their own souls, literally and figuratively, for each other. This is the sort of bond that shippers seize on, and say, well, if they’re willing to do all this for each other, what’s to say that their relationship stops where society says it should?
The SPN Fan Anthem - Tiptoe39
In case you need practice before NJCon! The lyrics are here. Please help me make the karaoke stage a fangirl army ;-)
#NJCon goers, I’m going to try to sing this at Karaoke this year… but if you would like you can try and sing it with me. i’m bringing some copies but will need more….
ETA: I edited one of the lines for Moar Cas :)
Dean couldn’t move. But he could get to his pocket. He pulled out his lighter and illuminated the coffin.
“You idiot,” Charlie said to the computer, “you’re eating up the oxygen.”
She sniffled when Dean and Bobby hugged hello, dabbed her eyes when Sam and Dean reunited, and called “Crissy” being Ruby a good fifteen pages in advance of it actually happening. But Charlie was stumped as to how Dean got out of hell. That is, until she got her first clue.
This just occurred to me sideways, and the more I think of it, the more I like the idea.
* Joshua said that God didn’t see the apocalypse as his problem. He wanted the Winchesters to butt out. Crowley found himself in a tight spot because of the Winchesters’ involvement. And the apocalypse all worked out to his liking in the end, but he still hates the Winchesters for getting their chocolate in his peanut butter.
* Joshua also said God was on earth, while Crowley was hiding out there.
* On a theological level, I never understood why God wouldn’t control hell as well as heaven. Why would the devil punish sinners? They give him power. God, on the other hand, would want to see sinners punished for their transgressions.
* Crowley speaks and understands Enochian, which makes him at least angel-level. But he didn’t understand how angels worked and was trying to hack their OS. Understandable, given how angels (starting with Cas) have found themselves starting to form their own allegiances and make their own decisions.
* Metatron wrote the tablets and disappeared to earth after leaving the tablets for humans to find (that was a very important part of his goodbye note). What if Crowley needs the information on those tablets to regain his supremacy over the universe? A God fallen, perhaps.
* Another theological question, why should God necessarily be a good guy? If anyone gets license to play against the rules, it’s God. He gets to decide what deserves killing or maiming or torture, that’s his job. But he also shows uncharacteristic mercy sometimes, he moves the other pieces around on his own personal chessboard, and he’s ALWAYS ahead of the game.
I’m not saying the writers will do this, although I think the seeds of Crowley being Not Who He Appears to Be are certainly planted. But I like the concept nonetheless. There’s at the very least some fic fodder there, so someone write it for me. :)
You’re on a bus and you’ve been here before, you think. Your body likes the cushion of the seat. Your neck complains and you think there are so many better ways to build these seats that wouldn’t hurt a human’s fragile neck. But still you like the jarring of the windowpane against your temple, the way the scenery rolls by your unfocused eyes.
You’re on a bus with knowledge packed in your lap that you never sought and wish you could throw away. Knowledge that has taken you here, taught you things through a single flash of light, knowledge that no other being must have. You wish you’d been able to explain that. But just explaining it would have been a betrayal.
You know he feels betrayed too. You wish you could fix that. You wish your show of faith in him could have been answered. But that’s not the way he’s wired. He’ll doubt and he’ll question and he’ll probably be angry when you see him again (if you see him again - and no, that’s too scary a thought, and you don’t know why it scares you). But you believe in him in spite of that, maybe because of it.
He needs you.
The words make you smile. It’s the second time he’s said it, and you’re just starting to believe it.
Morning and it’s nothing big, Dean doesn’t expect it to be. So he’s another year older, years stopped mattering when he was in the pit for so many of ‘em. Even aging stops meaning anything when you figure you’ll never make to old age. Eventually someone’ll get ya and it’ll be the end, for real this time, no more apocalypses upon which your living body depends. No more if-i-come-back-i’mma-be-pissed. next time Dean dies it’ll stick.
So birthdays? No big. Probably Sam’ll give him something, a bottle of good stuff, something like that. He’ll say thank you, they’ll go on their way.
Clanking downstairs. Sam makin’ breakfast? That’s rare. Dean kinda likes to do the mothering around here a bit. He likes fixing the coffee, having it ready wen Sam gets up. Maybe Sam is trying to fix him breakfast in bed or something birthdayish. But then again, maybe not. Especially when he hears a crash.. Crashes don’t tend to happen when someone who knows how to cook is in the kitchen. Which means…
“Cas,” Dean mutters, and grabs his robe, preparing to do damage control.
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