I've sold my soul to Supernatural

[lirazel]

Oh, Supernatural.  Anything I say about you now will seem very redundant after this eloquent post, which says everything I want to say.  But since I’ve now finished both Seasons 1 and 2, I feel like I have to verbalize my love for this show.

 When I first started watching, it seemed like a pretty straightforward kind of “hot-boys-hunt-demons” sort of thing, something like a weekly mild slasher movie with blood and guts and frights.  Sure, it had these brothers with an interesting bond and a really cool car, but nothing special.  Not really my thing, either.

 When did it become about something so much deeper?  When did these characters become so rich and start to change and develop?  When did the mythology of this world become almost as fascinating as that of Veronica Mars and, despite the mysteries, far more understandable (and follow-able, if that’s a word) than Lost? 

I can’t point to an exact moment, though I think it was towards the end of Season 1 (possibly when John showed up).  There just shouldn’t be a show this good on the CW—isn’t that the channel with the hot-teenagers-have-drama-shows?

 I’ve also decided that I am an absolute sucker for intense sibling bonds (in a completely non-incest sort of way.  That totally freaks me out.  Wincest should die).  I mean, I adore any interaction between Simon and River on Firefly and Serenity.  In my mind, Dick and Cassidy on Veronica Mars are way closer than they ever let on.  I can’t help but think of Jacen and Jaina Solo in their earlier days or Leto and Ghanima or the Weasleys or the Black family (well, in fanfiction) or the March sisters or Ender and Valentine.  Or the Compson family, but they’re just completely messed up, so let’s not go there.

 But I don’t think any of these can rival the depth of Dean and Sammy’s relationship.  I haven’t been this emotionally invested in a (non-romantic) relationship since Keith and Veronica.  The idea of this family needing each other this badly, putting themselves on the line for each other every single day breaks my heart and gives me hope at the same time—maybe I’m just sick of all these dysfunctional television families who hate each other when mine is so wonderful and supportive and just always, always there.

 I can’t describe to you how emotional I got at the end of Devil’s Trap when The-Thing-That-Killed-Mom has possessed John and then starts to prey on every single insecurity and fear that the boys have—especially when he tells Dean that his family doesn’t need him as much as he needs them.  It was one of the rawest, most painful moments I’ve ever experienced watching a show.  I didn’t know what to do with myself, I was feeling Dean’s pain so deeply.  I think that was the moment I knew this show was something special, that it wouldn’t betray my emotions and it would never take the easy way out.

 I can’t wait for Season 3.  I hope it’s as epic and dark and wonderful as it has the potential to be.  I really want to fall in love with this show all over again.