Supernatural was so so so so so funny in how they were like: "Dean is such a ladies man, only boobs boobs boobs" and then they would give him a love interest in season 6 and never again.
BUT they'd have him make Cas a mixtape.
And grieve Cas like a heartbroken widower.
And then have him be happy for the first time all season once Cas returns to him (even though his mother'd still be missing).
And they'd have Dean stop with the hook-ups completely. And instead they'd have Dean make Cas watch movies together.
And have date nights.
And they'd have Dean on his knees confessing.
And the last person who'd confess his love to Dean would be a gay angel.
But Supernatural was so so so so so funny they'd be like: this means nothing.
i will forever be mad that dean winchester (the man who always emotionaly bonded with the kids/teens that were involved in cases) was written to be like that towards jack. jack deserved the dean that would've made him feel safe, not the dean that made him hate himself. jack kline deserved every good thing he didn't get.
kids these days don't understand the atmosphere of eric kripke seasons, he was an absolute master of his craft/vision and anyone who actively convinces anyone to skip 1-3 is not in one's right mind. eric completely understood the backwoods old school americana, the influence of 70s rock and og blues incorporated into the essence of the show. the original soundtrack of supernatural wasn't just about sounding good but woven into the narrative of the story (blue oyster cult/ACDC/led zepp/styx/robert johnson/the chamber brothers) music that held the entire spirit of time & culture of that time. (I can't tell you how much watching supernatural at 12 shaped my music taste today) the smoky roadhouses/bars, mullets, scrapyards and classic americana cars, oh he just got it.
kripke fabricated the toxic hyper-co-dependent brothers we know and love, he managed to write the most obnoxious, gung ho, red blooded masculine guy also be the obedient, subdued, desperate, needy brother/son/man who's worth is only attached in those he can gratify. the tender and gentle, sorrowful, conflicted and misfit little (big) brother who endeavoured every path to avoid his fate yet succumbed to it anyways. two brothers so layered in their attachment with one another that if you witnessed it before you you'd be down right scared
I hold onto this series so much because of how 1-5 made me feel, the nostalgia he captured.
Watching Supernatural with Eli and he asks me: "Will they ever do something mundane like go get slurpees? So serious all the time. Always an apocalypse to stop."
"Dude...that's what fanfiction is for."
He squints. "Would anyone read it, you think? Something boring and domestic like that?"
"I feel like...maybe it starts with slurpees and escalates."
"To the apocalypse?"
"Hey man...shit happens."
I feel like I need to write this for him now. Dean, Cas, and Sam at the gas station and shit pops off. Big Gulps and beef jerky and mayhem.