An open letter to the Supernatural writers
I...I....I can't. Screw your rapture, world, because my own just ended. I have never, ever been so heartbroken about a character, never loved someone fictional so much, to feel so ripped apart by them. I expected and theorised on many things, but this? On my Castiel leaving me, leaving Dean and his family, high on stolen power? No. No no no no.
I mean, it's not to say the storyline wasn't good. It's just...I love him so much. So, so much. Such a wonderful character, and this? This? Oh, please don't let him be reduced to this in season 7. Please redeem him, my beautiful, wonderful Angel.
Except then I read that Misha Collins won't be a regular next season. Which just, what? I can't do this show without Castiel. I mean, sure, I loved seasons 1-3, but it was Cas, my poor, tormented, confused Cas, that I went head over heels for. I'm hoping that all it means is he will be much of a Bobby character, popping in and out. Because anything else? I can't take it. The idea of a season of chasing an elusive Big Bad Cas, trying to destroy him...I CAN'T, SPN. I CAN'T HOLD MY HEART TOGETHER LIKE THAT.
Really, I should have seen this coming. Supernatural prides itself on it's flawed anti-hereos. But really? I can take Dean torturing souls in Hell. I can take Demon-blood drinking and soul-less Sam. But I need Cas. 25 years on this Earth, and he made me believe in Angels. So please, please please writers. I don't ask for much from my shows. I am not one that picks apart every mistake, every plothole. And hell, from you, I ask for even less. It's a testament to how I adore your characters, your storyline, that I don't spend my life questioning your hugely sexist, completely heterosexual idiocy all the time. Most shows? Never get passed that with me. I can't help but hold them up on it. You I love despite it all, and that says a lot.
I'm still praying to you, Cas. You were my God without you stolen-soul juice, and you always will be. I CAN'T DO THIS. EVERYTHING HURTS. EVERYTHING. *weeps*