SPN!
OH MY GOD.
Oh...oh my god. Oh my god. What. Oh my god.
I don't. I cannot. What.
What could I possibly. Even say.
There are no words.
It was everything I wanted and everything I feared all at once. I don't know whether to explode with joy or sorrow. I am so. I don't know! I DON'T KNOW. I DO NOT KNOW WHAT I FEEL. BUT IT INVOLVES CRYING. LOTS OF CRYING.
I thought the structure, with Chuck being the storyteller, was great (I am going to pretend the end of it and the possible god-being didn't happen osdingkdfh). Starting with the Impala. Tying into Detroit. I've never liked that they retconned it to be that Dean told John to buy the Impala, but I didn't even care because now there's an army man jammed in the door and Sam and Dean's initials carved on it. They drove it to an Ozzy concert, and to sports games, and to honest work, and to pool hustles. And they sat on it for hours watching the stars just being in each other's company. Which, I just. Soulmates. FUCKING. SOULMATES.
Sam Winchester. SAM. WINCHESTER. I am completely incoherent. The obvious comment here is that he was so insanely gorgeous I think I might be blind. Jared was so brilliant I want to cry forever, being Sam and Lucifer. He even said MFEO and I fucking bought it hook, line, and sinker. He used the most delicious Dexter-y voice, and his facial movements, and just. Everything. EVERYTHING.
Dean, wanting to talk to Lucifer, to reach Sam. Wanting to make sure Sam wasn't alone when he died. I can't. I don't. "I'm here." sodsfinhlfkgjfoginhkdgdfaedsigflkhsdoignkfdhiogkjtddfh
God I just cannot describe anything I was feeling! I feel all weird and echo-y and ripped apart and stapled back together!
I have known ever since they randomly stuck Lisa in that episode a while back that Dean would end up with her at the end of the season. It makes sense that Sam would make him promise that. And Sam looking in on them at the end, I just. It's so season one, Dean seeing Sam's happy life with Jess. Reflected. EXCEPT Dean is clearly not actually happy. In fact, I'd say he's straight-up miserable. He did it because Sam told him to; he seemed to be drinking; he was staring out the window and pining. OH DEAN. D: OH SAMMY.
There are a million things I want to talk about but I just can't even make my brain work! Lucifer fatally beating Dean, Sam with his arms spread, ready to fall into the hole. The montages of Sam and Dean's best moments, which we have been making vids demonstrating their love with for THE ENTIRE RUN OF THE SHOW. It was such a fucking love letter to fandom. THE HUGS. THE HUGS!! THEY PUT IN EVERY SINGLE MOMENT OF LOVE WE HAVE EVER SHRIEKED OVER SOGINKDGHOINAKTSOGIDNGKODINH ALL AT ONCE OAINLTKGSDOGIHNKDSGDGINDOHINMASOGIHKMWOSINHKPISMKWEYSWOGINL IT FUCKING SAVED THE FUCKING WORLD.
SAM AND DEAN'S ETERNAL SOULMATE LOVE SAVED THE FUCKING WORLD.
SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE ME COHERENT. OH MY GOD. TALK TO ME. SHAKE ME OUT OF MY SHOCKY COMA OF FINALE-NESS. NOT HELPED BY THE ENORMOUS ABOUT OF 151 I HAVE CONSUMED OVER THE PAST TWO HOURS.
Oh...oh my god. Oh my god. What. Oh my god.
I don't. I cannot. What.
What could I possibly. Even say.
There are no words.
It was everything I wanted and everything I feared all at once. I don't know whether to explode with joy or sorrow. I am so. I don't know! I DON'T KNOW. I DO NOT KNOW WHAT I FEEL. BUT IT INVOLVES CRYING. LOTS OF CRYING.
I thought the structure, with Chuck being the storyteller, was great (I am going to pretend the end of it and the possible god-being didn't happen osdingkdfh). Starting with the Impala. Tying into Detroit. I've never liked that they retconned it to be that Dean told John to buy the Impala, but I didn't even care because now there's an army man jammed in the door and Sam and Dean's initials carved on it. They drove it to an Ozzy concert, and to sports games, and to honest work, and to pool hustles. And they sat on it for hours watching the stars just being in each other's company. Which, I just. Soulmates. FUCKING. SOULMATES.
Sam Winchester. SAM. WINCHESTER. I am completely incoherent. The obvious comment here is that he was so insanely gorgeous I think I might be blind. Jared was so brilliant I want to cry forever, being Sam and Lucifer. He even said MFEO and I fucking bought it hook, line, and sinker. He used the most delicious Dexter-y voice, and his facial movements, and just. Everything. EVERYTHING.
Dean, wanting to talk to Lucifer, to reach Sam. Wanting to make sure Sam wasn't alone when he died. I can't. I don't. "I'm here." sodsfinhlfkgjfoginhkdgdfaedsigflkhsdoignkfdhiogkjtddfh
God I just cannot describe anything I was feeling! I feel all weird and echo-y and ripped apart and stapled back together!
I have known ever since they randomly stuck Lisa in that episode a while back that Dean would end up with her at the end of the season. It makes sense that Sam would make him promise that. And Sam looking in on them at the end, I just. It's so season one, Dean seeing Sam's happy life with Jess. Reflected. EXCEPT Dean is clearly not actually happy. In fact, I'd say he's straight-up miserable. He did it because Sam told him to; he seemed to be drinking; he was staring out the window and pining. OH DEAN. D: OH SAMMY.
There are a million things I want to talk about but I just can't even make my brain work! Lucifer fatally beating Dean, Sam with his arms spread, ready to fall into the hole. The montages of Sam and Dean's best moments, which we have been making vids demonstrating their love with for THE ENTIRE RUN OF THE SHOW. It was such a fucking love letter to fandom. THE HUGS. THE HUGS!! THEY PUT IN EVERY SINGLE MOMENT OF LOVE WE HAVE EVER SHRIEKED OVER SOGINKDGHOINAKTSOGIDNGKODINH ALL AT ONCE OAINLTKGSDOGIHNKDSGDGINDOHINMASOGIHKMWOSINHKPISMKWEYSWOGINL IT FUCKING SAVED THE FUCKING WORLD.
SAM AND DEAN'S ETERNAL SOULMATE LOVE SAVED THE FUCKING WORLD.
SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE ME COHERENT. OH MY GOD. TALK TO ME. SHAKE ME OUT OF MY SHOCKY COMA OF FINALE-NESS. NOT HELPED BY THE ENORMOUS ABOUT OF 151 I HAVE CONSUMED OVER THE PAST TWO HOURS.