Bitch? Jerk? Please?
....I really miss the Sam&Dean show.
A lot.
Maybe it's because I started watching almost from the very beginning of the series. Years stretching on, rambling from one monster to the next, and I become so used to the boys being...well, the boys. Just that. Sam and Dean, Dean and Sam. A Bitch n' Jerk tagteam extraordinare. They both changed through the seasons, a bit, obviously. But it was subtle and gradual. From normal Sam and sociopath Dean to struggling yet adjusting Sam and bitter guilty Dean. Urgent desperate Sam and resigned reckless Dean. They changed because people change, especially people with that kind of [fictional, yeah] purpose.
But everytime some happened...something or someone changed....there was still that solid Brotherhood. A cycle of protecting and fighting and fighting to protect, the Winchester sacrifice machine running full-steam ahead.
Dean had to take care of his pain-in-the-ass baby brother.
Sammy had to watch Dean's back because no one else, including Dean, would.
I don't know what happened this season. Or, rather, I do but I don't particularly like the degree to which it happened. I can appreciate the Heaven vs. Hell battle. I can even appreciate the idea of the brothers being forced onto different sides, so to speak. I can certainly appreciate Castiel's existance thanksomuch. However...it seems almost blasphemous to break them apart so thoroughly. They've been living so long under the idea that they were all each other had in the world and now...
Dean spends forty years in Hell. Okay. That changes a person, sure. But Dean is pretty much static on this, still wearing his 'Save Sammy, Save the World' shirt because that's still all that matters. Fighting Lucifer, helping Heaven, playing Savior; everything is to protect Sammy.
Sammy is just...I want to be sympathetic. He lost Dean, was alone (relatively speaking) for four months. That hurts. But in this equation Sam is the one who has chipped away at their bond. The powers, the demon blood, the constant reminders that he's special, dammit, and he's the only one who can kill Lilith. Ruby is largely to blame, yes, but Sam's still get the largest slice of that pie chart.
Ah, it irritates me more than it should. But even though there was angst and drama before, it's nothing compared to now. I'm still remembering all the times they both walked through every fire to save one another. Now Dean is the only one still trying and he's left standing all on his own again. He spent thirty years fighting for his family, forty suffering for it, and at this point he's lost absolutely everything.
Again and that breaks my heart, after all he's been through.
And Castiel seemed to help for awhile, seemed to be a confidant and friend. An awesome one at that. Maybe even more too *coughfangirlscough*. But that's changed too, and maybe things would have been so much better if Heaven had stayed the hell out of the picture. Because even though they're offering Dean some shining hope in this moment, they're the ones that forced a slew of hopelessness upon him.
The Impala. The dusty road. The boys and mullet rock and pie and saving people.
Because the Sam&Dean show was wonderful and funny and heart-wrenching, but now Sam and Dean simply make me a very sad kitten.
Whew. I don't know why this is getting to me so bad. But...it's my favorite show. Above all other series. And my love for brother-dynamics knows no bounds, especially in a case like this.
....of course, I still love it all to bits of salt and burned pieces. Especially the angel-smutty bits.
A lot.
Maybe it's because I started watching almost from the very beginning of the series. Years stretching on, rambling from one monster to the next, and I become so used to the boys being...well, the boys. Just that. Sam and Dean, Dean and Sam. A Bitch n' Jerk tagteam extraordinare. They both changed through the seasons, a bit, obviously. But it was subtle and gradual. From normal Sam and sociopath Dean to struggling yet adjusting Sam and bitter guilty Dean. Urgent desperate Sam and resigned reckless Dean. They changed because people change, especially people with that kind of [fictional, yeah] purpose.
But everytime some happened...something or someone changed....there was still that solid Brotherhood. A cycle of protecting and fighting and fighting to protect, the Winchester sacrifice machine running full-steam ahead.
Dean had to take care of his pain-in-the-ass baby brother.
Sammy had to watch Dean's back because no one else, including Dean, would.
I don't know what happened this season. Or, rather, I do but I don't particularly like the degree to which it happened. I can appreciate the Heaven vs. Hell battle. I can even appreciate the idea of the brothers being forced onto different sides, so to speak. I can certainly appreciate Castiel's existance thanksomuch. However...it seems almost blasphemous to break them apart so thoroughly. They've been living so long under the idea that they were all each other had in the world and now...
Dean spends forty years in Hell. Okay. That changes a person, sure. But Dean is pretty much static on this, still wearing his 'Save Sammy, Save the World' shirt because that's still all that matters. Fighting Lucifer, helping Heaven, playing Savior; everything is to protect Sammy.
Sammy is just...I want to be sympathetic. He lost Dean, was alone (relatively speaking) for four months. That hurts. But in this equation Sam is the one who has chipped away at their bond. The powers, the demon blood, the constant reminders that he's special, dammit, and he's the only one who can kill Lilith. Ruby is largely to blame, yes, but Sam's still get the largest slice of that pie chart.
Ah, it irritates me more than it should. But even though there was angst and drama before, it's nothing compared to now. I'm still remembering all the times they both walked through every fire to save one another. Now Dean is the only one still trying and he's left standing all on his own again. He spent thirty years fighting for his family, forty suffering for it, and at this point he's lost absolutely everything.
Again and that breaks my heart, after all he's been through.
And Castiel seemed to help for awhile, seemed to be a confidant and friend. An awesome one at that. Maybe even more too *coughfangirlscough*. But that's changed too, and maybe things would have been so much better if Heaven had stayed the hell out of the picture. Because even though they're offering Dean some shining hope in this moment, they're the ones that forced a slew of hopelessness upon him.
The Impala. The dusty road. The boys and mullet rock and pie and saving people.
Because the Sam&Dean show was wonderful and funny and heart-wrenching, but now Sam and Dean simply make me a very sad kitten.
Whew. I don't know why this is getting to me so bad. But...it's my favorite show. Above all other series. And my love for brother-dynamics knows no bounds, especially in a case like this.
....of course, I still love it all to bits of salt and burned pieces. Especially the angel-smutty bits.