Eeep. Kripke, you magnificent bastard.
Continuing that... Sam adopts the manners of the company he's in, be they blue collar folks or swanky champagne drinkers. He learns the landscape and tries to fit in, usually with a high rate of success. But we've seen Dean at the Blake's auction house and at the little soiree in 'Red Sky.' He knows the rules are different. He knows he's
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I really like the way you tied it into the issue of control. So much of what Sam and John fought over was a matter of clashing wills. "You were just pissed off because you couldn't control me anymore" and "I don't know what we're fighting about, we're just buttin' heads" both point that way for me. Sam (as I see him) went to Stanford largely to secure his right to self-determination.
And wow, the last three seasons have been knocking off great hunks of Sam's sense of control with a big damn sledgehammer. (My ghod, I'm glad Kripke isn't the head writer on my life.)
It's also interesting to me that Dean seems to have dealt with the Winchesters' loss of control by giving up on the idea of winning altogether. Henriksen asks him whether the hunters can win this demon war, and Dean basically says, "Nope. Have a shotgun." This attitude doesn't conflict with Dean's major life "themes," but it's directly contrary to Sam's mission.
It's like the whole universe is conspiring to make sure Sam never gets what's important to him. *meep* I kind of want to hug him right about now.
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So I'll just say THANK YOU for sharing your thoughts, listening to mind, and enabling me to exersize some rather neglected meta muscles. :-) Thank you for the conversation!
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:) My pleasure, my pleasure. I'm always vaguely shell-shocked when someone chooses to listen to my rambling, and very gratified when they choose to respond. And hey, we've got a whole new year of canon coming down the pipe to fuel us!
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