1x22 || 8x23 - They chose each other. The chose family.
There’s this show, and the actors are really great. Man, the brothers are simply—you wouldn’t believe the codependency and the actual canon die-for-each other so let-the-world-burn vibe. And really, if you think you can understand the baggage these boys carry, the nuances of what makes them tick by simply fast-forwarding, by skipping episodes so you can catch the flipside, by allowing the peripheral characters to cloud your vision—seeing the theme of this stupid, glorious show’s center—then you’re doing yourself a disservice.
You’re literally missing one of the greatest modern love stories out there. It’s insane, sure: brothers who lie, kill, steal, remain emotionally devoid of lasting loyalties except when it revolves around one another. I’m talking loves pushed aside despite the pain, friends kicked square outta their lives because there’s no room to occupy what one another already fill. It’s ugly at times, would destroy the average person.
There’s gore, horror, ridiculous episodes that allow for breathing room, silliness, and there’s heart-wrenching brother bonding that won’t let you be alright in your head even after the episode is over. Go grab your snack and some tissues. Because it’s gonna hurt.
What’s that? You thought Supernatural was about…?
Yeah, it’s a lot of things with an amazing group of characters. But the core, the gooey center? That’s brother territory. That’s the heart and soul. Always has been, always will be.
Sam and Dean.