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.spn 5.16: or, ooooh heaven is a place on earth
Seriously, Bones, stop trying to sell me shit. That includes Avatar and minivans, thank you. Also, I am really tired of "taking a big huge risk, living life on the edge, making my life count" = marriage. I would have vastly preferred Sweets taking off for a while to travel the world and staying in contact via his videophone. Which would, of course, be mentioned by brand name whenever Sweets calls in from Everest or Tierra del Fuego or wherever, right before he tries some sauteed Portuguese man-o-war.
BUT. I am super excited for next week omggggg.
And now...
I was with it right up until the last ten minutes. I mean, what the fuck? WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUCK.
I'm going to have to tell myself that the last scene with Zachariah and Mary was Zachariah messing around, because... well, because I honestly would despise, oh, the world if it was actually true that Mary saw Dean as a shackle or a burden and that his memories--his best memories, of his mom waking him up and cutting him sandwiches are, like Mary and John's marriage, only perfect in retrospect, or in the mind of a five-year-old kid who loves his mom and worships her. It feels like this ep was pretty much devoted to stripping away the last of Dean's conviction, between Pamela (eeeee Pamela <3333) and Ash and Mary, that family and people are worth fighting for and saving, because families turn out to be shit. Like so:
- little brother's fondest memories are the ones without Dean and John
- mom apparently (THIS IS A LIE, DEAN, I SWEAR) resents the hell out him
- dad constantly forces Dean to fix his shit and deal with his problems, and as a final gesture, dumps the world on his shoulders
Speaking of deadbeat dads, I appreciate that God's confirmed my suspicions about him, i.e. that he's basically the cosmic version of John Winchester, although I don't like that now any chance we've had of actually seeing Castiel's search for him, which was supposed to be like this big quest thing is now pretty much gone. That irritates me. It's show not tell, writers, goddammit, and it's a good thing Misha is so awesome at showing how everything is wearing the hell out of Cas. God, the potential of that story was way underplayed. While I am of course very grateful to God for bringing Cas back (yay, confirmation! Suck it, Lucifer!) and deciding that he really needed to intervene and bring back Dean's angel boyfriend, that is a really shit move, God! Way to abandon your kid and, you know, the two guys responsible for stopping a huge, cosmic mess.
And it goes without saying that I felt terrible for poor Cas at the end. Oh CAS <33333333333 That's all I'm capable of thinking about him right now. I don't even know how he makes me flail and go all incoherent just by looking sad.
Random things:
So, Zachariah's a chayot, eh? Considering his general sliminess/slipperiness, I suppose it makes sense that he has four faces. I wonder if that makes Cas an Ophanim? (Well, Cas is just in a class by himself, I'm just wondering.)
Sam's memories of his family... There has to be one good thing he remembers about Dean. I'm going to tell myself it's not all a representative sample, there needs to be something there where Dean is a central component to Sam's happiness. It just... it kills me that Dean is so desperate to have his family, in whatever form he can have it--Mom, Dad, and Sam, then Dad and Sam, then finally just Sam--and it's like there's some terrible, centrifugal force that spins them all out away from him, and auuuugh it sucks in a way that all the fics about how "everyone leaves me, Dean whispers, don't leave me too" just can't manage to touch.
I think fandom pretty much guessed what Heaven would be--almost! I like the implication that Heaven can't generate anything new, unless you're aware enough--like Ash--to manipulate it and draw people in and out of their memories. It's all memory, it's not really life, at least not as Dean would prefer to have it.
FWIW, part of my Heaven would probably be this one day when I was in Winchester (that's what she said *pa-shinnng!!*) (no, not that Winchester jesus you perverts idek), coming down to the last few days of a three-week trip to London and the south. It was a gorgeous day, the sky that deep, endless blue, and the grass on the cathedral close was green. I sat under a tree and watched the cathedral glow in the daylight. And yeah, there are a lot of days when I'd be okay with going back there again.
In closing:
Jensen killed me. Again.
So did Misha. Again.
Next week: I missed part of the preview because Finn was trying to slobber on my new jeans, so I have no clue what's up only that it looks like it involves blood.
BUT. I am super excited for next week omggggg.
And now...
I was with it right up until the last ten minutes. I mean, what the fuck? WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUCK.
I'm going to have to tell myself that the last scene with Zachariah and Mary was Zachariah messing around, because... well, because I honestly would despise, oh, the world if it was actually true that Mary saw Dean as a shackle or a burden and that his memories--his best memories, of his mom waking him up and cutting him sandwiches are, like Mary and John's marriage, only perfect in retrospect, or in the mind of a five-year-old kid who loves his mom and worships her. It feels like this ep was pretty much devoted to stripping away the last of Dean's conviction, between Pamela (eeeee Pamela <3333) and Ash and Mary, that family and people are worth fighting for and saving, because families turn out to be shit. Like so:
- little brother's fondest memories are the ones without Dean and John
- mom apparently (THIS IS A LIE, DEAN, I SWEAR) resents the hell out him
- dad constantly forces Dean to fix his shit and deal with his problems, and as a final gesture, dumps the world on his shoulders
Speaking of deadbeat dads, I appreciate that God's confirmed my suspicions about him, i.e. that he's basically the cosmic version of John Winchester, although I don't like that now any chance we've had of actually seeing Castiel's search for him, which was supposed to be like this big quest thing is now pretty much gone. That irritates me. It's show not tell, writers, goddammit, and it's a good thing Misha is so awesome at showing how everything is wearing the hell out of Cas. God, the potential of that story was way underplayed. While I am of course very grateful to God for bringing Cas back (yay, confirmation! Suck it, Lucifer!) and deciding that he really needed to intervene and bring back Dean's angel boyfriend, that is a really shit move, God! Way to abandon your kid and, you know, the two guys responsible for stopping a huge, cosmic mess.
And it goes without saying that I felt terrible for poor Cas at the end. Oh CAS <33333333333 That's all I'm capable of thinking about him right now. I don't even know how he makes me flail and go all incoherent just by looking sad.
Random things:
So, Zachariah's a chayot, eh? Considering his general sliminess/slipperiness, I suppose it makes sense that he has four faces. I wonder if that makes Cas an Ophanim? (Well, Cas is just in a class by himself, I'm just wondering.)
Sam's memories of his family... There has to be one good thing he remembers about Dean. I'm going to tell myself it's not all a representative sample, there needs to be something there where Dean is a central component to Sam's happiness. It just... it kills me that Dean is so desperate to have his family, in whatever form he can have it--Mom, Dad, and Sam, then Dad and Sam, then finally just Sam--and it's like there's some terrible, centrifugal force that spins them all out away from him, and auuuugh it sucks in a way that all the fics about how "everyone leaves me, Dean whispers, don't leave me too" just can't manage to touch.
I think fandom pretty much guessed what Heaven would be--almost! I like the implication that Heaven can't generate anything new, unless you're aware enough--like Ash--to manipulate it and draw people in and out of their memories. It's all memory, it's not really life, at least not as Dean would prefer to have it.
FWIW, part of my Heaven would probably be this one day when I was in Winchester (that's what she said *pa-shinnng!!*) (no, not that Winchester jesus you perverts idek), coming down to the last few days of a three-week trip to London and the south. It was a gorgeous day, the sky that deep, endless blue, and the grass on the cathedral close was green. I sat under a tree and watched the cathedral glow in the daylight. And yeah, there are a lot of days when I'd be okay with going back there again.
In closing:
Jensen killed me. Again.
So did Misha. Again.
Next week: I missed part of the preview because Finn was trying to slobber on my new jeans, so I have no clue what's up only that it looks like it involves blood.