It’s Wednesday and that means it’s time to talk about the Winchesters. (AKA my favorite pastime)
So last night the Collectiva Diva and I sat our arses on my sofa, each of us with a steaming cup of tea–so maybe we’re Brits at heart–and prepared to ogle admire our favorite hunters of the supernatural. With Jared Padalecki, Mark Sheppard, and Osric Chau live-tweeting, it felt as if the boys were in the room watching with us. (Come on over, Jared. I’ve got tea to spare and I’d love to braid your hair.) Season 9 is shaping up to be potentially emotionally catastrophic, but for the life of me, I can’t say that I mind one bit. Winchester family drama keeps me tuned in every week. So without further ado, let’s talk about “Devil May Care,” the second episode of the ninth season.
Episode S09xE02 AKA the Episode with no Cas
Best Bit of Dialogue:
Sam: You know this is a trap? You just gonna walk right in?
Hello shippers. Over the Collective’s Supernatural week we’ve shipped Destiel. Lots of it. Now, on our last day of our celebration of all things Winchester, I’m going to leave you with just a couple more SPN fanfics. Next week, I promise some variety. In fact, I may be going aboard a new ship…but more on that later.
Rec #1: Are You There Dean Winchester? It’s Me…God
Author’s Summary: Dean Winchester has grown used to God dicking around in his life the last couple years. But this crap? This takes the CAKE … or pie, rather. Now he’s been thrown a whole new curve-ball. The kind that has ended the Civil War in Heaven … but resulted in Raphael taking over, and hunting for Dean’s ass on a silver platter. Not to mention dealing with Balthazar acting like a self-righteous prick, Sam having some big damn epiphany on his big brother’s sexuality, and Cas eying him up like he’s the world’s juiciest cheeseburger. All that mixed with the chance to fix it all and set everything to rights … but only if Dean is willing to sacrifice himself. Again. Seriously, if he ever meets that bastard God he’s gonna- … oh hey, Chuck! What are you doing here?
Let me welcome you to my version of “Winchester Wednesday,” wherein I will blog weekly about angels, demons, and all things hunter as each episode of season 9 airs. For simplicity’s sake, I will give a recap of each episode (spoilers will be had, darling) and my reactions/thoughts to the current season.
So without any further ado, let’s discuss the first episode of Supernatural season 9: “I Think I’m Gonna Like It Here.” (And oh boy, does that title have a different significance after the end of the episode). Two things before I get started with the recap: (1) I apologise for any blathering, dithering or ranting in this post. I just finished the premiere about 10 minutes ago and my feels are running amok. Like demons. (2) J2 WATCHED THE PREMIERE TOGETHER. And my heart melted from cuteness.
The Recap *SPOILERS*
The season opens up with Sam and Dean in the Impala, just as it should be. Except it isn’t. DUH DUH DUH. Sam is in a coma, and the Impala scenes are his coma-dreams. Dean is in the hospital, sitting at his brother’s bedside, and the doc ain’t bringing good news. Looks like the younger Winchester’s expiration date is near at hand, but Dean won’t buy that spiel. In his mind, they’ve beaten hell and death and a couple dozen other impossible things and there’s no reason to give up now. This brings me to the point where I first cried–and it was in the first five minutes of the episode (somehow, I have a feeling that this season is going to destroy any emotional stability I had left). Dean Winchester, the man who would stab an Angel of the Lord before trusting one, heads to a chapel to pray. This is a remarkable demonstration of faith from a man who isn’t “much for the prayer thing.” He first prays to Castiel, who isn’t able to answer (more on that in a minute), and when his prayer is unanswered, he pretty much sends out a mass text to every angel anywhere. This lets us in on two things (1) Dean is really f**king desperate to save Sam and (2) the angels have a gilded invitation to the Winchesters’ location. Some celestiel dick shows up and attempts to force Dean into “helping” him (no rapey subtext there at all), but luckily for the hunter, another angel with better intentions shows up to save him.
Season 8 has a lot to do with Purgatory, the Trials and getting the angels off the trail of the Winchesters. And then we meet the Men of Letters; a group of academics whoresearch and gather information about the supernatural and then share the information with an elite group of hunters. They also cease to exist in the 1950s when they are wiped out by the powerful demon, Abaddon, a knight of Hell. The Winchester boys are connected by blood to this organization and they find this out from their time traveling grandfather, Henry Winchester–who inexplicably pops out of a closet and into Sam and Dean’s motel room in 2013. Family hijinx ensue.
With all the “Dick” jokes we get during S7, it is refreshing to get a dose of girl power and with that, a character that isn’t trying to sex up one of our boys. Instead, Charlie Bradbury reflects some of the cooler women of the Supernatural fandom. We’re not all like Becky, Moose! In this episode, we meet Charlie, and with her hacker skills, video game/role playing obsessions, Lord of the Rings references, and a quick wit that keeps even Dean Winchester guessing, I was smitten with her as soon as she started snooping through her boss’ (Dick Roman, king Leviathan) files, after consulting the Hermione Granger bobble head for advice, or course.
Warning: If slash makes you squick, turn away, cuz darling, I love my slash OTP and I will never apologise for it.
Okay, first let me defend my choice of title. Destiel is the flagship in my armada of ships; a majority of my weekly fanfic recs are devoted to Team Destiel. And if you’ve looked around our blog ever, you’ve probably noticed that 1) we are Supernatural fans and 2) we ship Destiel (we ship it, ship it good). However, I’ve recently decided that I don’t need the writers of the show to make my OTP overtly canon. I mean, I’d like it–lies, I’d squee like a 12 year old–but I don’t need it. I won’t stop watching the show if it doesn’t happen, and if either Cas or Dean get it on with sexy lady, I’m not going to throw my television out the window (well, not the flatscreen anyway). In fact, even if they never share another hug, I will still love Supernatural.
I can hear all the Destiel shippers gasping in shock. How dare I not ship the shippest of the ships? Don’t I know that Dean and Castiel share a profound bond?
Yes, yes, I do. And I believe these boys to have a bond so profound that it doesn’t need to be canonized to legitimize it. Even if you don’t ship Destiel, Dean and Castiel do have a deep relationship that is more than just a little bit complicated. Let’s consider what we know about the hunter and angel’s relationship, those things we know to be true because they are in the canon.
You might have heard me squee across the internet when I realized I would get to write about Season 6. The French Mistake! Huzzah!This is one of the few episodes I watch over and over again–just to have a laugh and to marvel at the pure joy that is Supernatural. These guys really love to mess with us, don’t they, fandom? The Collective blog is on a meta roll, and I figured I’d round it out with this epic alternate reality in which Sam and Dean are something called a Jensen Ackles and a Jared Padalecki. They also work with some douchy Twitter troll named Misha. Oh, and Sam is married to fake-Ruby. Ya. This is gonna be good.