Do you like ghosts, werewolves, vampires, and demons? Do you like dudes that make a living by punching ghosts, werewolves, vampires and demons? Do you like classic rock, classic cars, and classic grade-A badass snark? Then look no further, you've found your show.
I started watching Supernatural with the first and second seasons, and then stopped for some reason. Now, years later as it creeps into it's ninth season, I realize I am wholly unsatisfied with literally every other hybrid-format horror/fantasy show in existence right now, and that maybe I was hella dumb for dropping off the wagon. Thus I rebooted, have jetted through up to (as of tonight) the midpoint of season six, and hot damn have I been missing out.
Look, I didn't have high hopes. At best I was looking for something to poke fun at while I watched it in the background as I worked. Unfortunately, that rapidly degraded into doing no work and scream-crying over fictional characters. But hey! It hurts so good. Seriously now, folks, the writing is stellar, and even the shakier points come with a hilariously dry sense of self-awareness. The show knows what it is and drives that to max capacity in the most glorious manner possible, plus includes some of the most lovable characters I've seen on television for a long time. It will having you laughing your ass off one minute and ripping your heart out and throwing it out the window the next. Just how I like it!
Now, what the hell is this show about?
Family, freaks, and fucking shit up: Sam and Dean Winchester are brothers raised from a young age to run the family business, and that business is hunting. Hunting monsters, of course. They start off searching for their fellow-hunter father and shit escalates fast into an all-out war of the worlds between Heaven, Hell and everything in-between. Let's meet some of the key players:
Dean Winchester: Big brother. Shoots first, asks questions later, confuses porn with reality and calls people dickheads as much as I do. He usually does the right thing and smirks like a smarmy son of a bitch the entire time. Will do anything for Sam even if it's fucking stupid. Manly as all hell despite spending roughly 85% of the time crying. The Impala is his, and so is the rest of his family...whether he likes it or not (he does).
Sam Winchester: Little brother. The sensitive one, except in the worst possible way because the guy is harboring a shitton of well-intentioned crazy. Nerdosaurus. You can tell what season you're in by how long his hair is, because it never stops growing, nor does the rest of him because he's like a million feet tall. Always looks upset about something. The sane one, except for when he isn't. May or may not have secret freaky psychic powers.
Castiel: An angel, but because this is Supernatural, that means he's a terrifyingly overpowered celestial g-man born and bred to follow the orders of a militarized Heaven. It turns out he has a heart, though, which he uses to risk his wings and help the Winchesters thanks to a weird mancrush on Dean and an unusual determination--and often dangerous desperation--to seek the truth. Talks like Nolan!Batman, does not understand personal space, porn, most technology, how to wear fitting clothing and the entire concept of being subtle, but he does understand alcohol and is beginning to understand friendship. I think. Aw.
Bobby Singer: Sam and Dean's father figure, a friend of their real father who did the dad job job better. Exactly the kind of dude you'd expect a semi-redneck scrap-dealing monster hunter to be, though he does care about the boys and will often hilariously call them out for being self-absorbed whiners while giving them all the info and excuses they need to work their cases. About a third of his dialogue is comprised of yelling "BALLS" or muttering "idjits" in the Winchesters' general direction, and you usually agree with him.
The Impala: A Really Goddamn Cool Car that the bros ride around in. More important than you probably think. Still looks nice.
There are also:
Demons: Characterized by colour-changing eyes, freaky powers, smelling like sulfur and being gigantic dicks. Here to fuck the Winchesters up, except for when the Winchesters are fucking them up first. It's kind of self-perpetuating, unfortunately. They are terrible but are also awesome so hey.
Angels: Characterized by being emotionless, unwavering weirdos with one-track minds and being as big of dicks as the demons are, just with twice as much smug self-righteousness. These aren't your angels from Sunday School, kiddo. These are real, mythological, horrifying god-beasts, and there is a grand total of one of them that really wants to help--and I already talked about him.
Hunters: Other dudes that fight monsters. They show up occasionally to help out or redshirt their way out of the series, but hey, we can't all be that cool.
So, comedy, drama, suspense, horror, love, pain and plot twists: this show does 'em and this show does 'em well. Even the special effects do a good job, being surprisingly understated for what it is, choosing to show little instead of subjecting us to a bunch of mediocre monster effects that plague shows like Grimm. The actors are brilliant in every regard and are generally irreplaceable, and while the fandom scares the shit out of me, I really do understand why it exists.
Watch this show. Freak out with me. Suffer as I have, in the best possible way.
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