LOLZ!
Okay, I know I should be raging or grieving or thrilled to the core after last night's SPN, but I genuinely cannot stop giggling every time I think about it. It was that last line, by Dean, that I think probably rates as one of the great moments of unintentional comedy ever to cross a TV screen. I'll explain behind the cut, for spoilers.
Dean's "we don't have friends" was hysterical. It's because Dean, sweetie, I know you don't mean to be, but you're kind a life-wrecker. I mean, look at your history! Just a brief sample:
1) Jo and Ellen. Two kick-ass ladies coping fine in the dog-eat-dog world of hunting shit. They make friends with Dean and get blown up a couple of years later.
2) Ben and Lisa. Threatened, had to move their whole lives, Lisa got her boyfriend offed, kidnapped and possessed. The only thing that saved them was that Dean recognized the trend.
3) The Campbell cousins. They survived well into adulthood fighting and killing monsters. They meet Dean and they're dead in a year.
4) Jess. Happily going about her life with her handsome and charming fiance and then Dean shows up. So she explodes on a ceiling.
5) And SAM. Got out of the hellish life he grew up with, was on his way to a happy marriage and a glittering career, and then Dean reappears. Cue seven years of angst punctuated by brief flashes of Gabriel.
This thing with Castiel has got to be the ultimate example. He lives in pretty much contentment for millions of years and then meets Dean. Everything goes to shit. Then he and Dean part ways by way of a watery not-grave and, in what probably amounts to less then 6 months in show-time, he sets up his own little healing-thing, meets and marries a nice girl (and has what appeared to be a shockingly functional relationship, all things considered) and gets a place in the suburbs. One car ride with Dean "the jinx" Winchester and he's in an insane asylum babbling to his brother while his nurse suggests that after he finishes his jello maybe it would be fun to skip the sing-along and go kill some British guy.
Honestly, I could make a whole Dean/Meg ship manifesto on the idea that he protected her by refusing to identify her as a friend. He probably saved her life!
I love Dean to bits and none of this is his fault; it's like a curse. But still, I'd probably opt to be perpetually washing my hair whenever he called too!
On a semi-related note, I liked Daphne. She seemed really sweet, but also looked good in bondage and didn't see a guy being disoriented and naked as any impediment to a relationship. But now she's met Dean, so she'll probably get mauled by rabid skunks or something.
Dean's "we don't have friends" was hysterical. It's because Dean, sweetie, I know you don't mean to be, but you're kind a life-wrecker. I mean, look at your history! Just a brief sample:
1) Jo and Ellen. Two kick-ass ladies coping fine in the dog-eat-dog world of hunting shit. They make friends with Dean and get blown up a couple of years later.
2) Ben and Lisa. Threatened, had to move their whole lives, Lisa got her boyfriend offed, kidnapped and possessed. The only thing that saved them was that Dean recognized the trend.
3) The Campbell cousins. They survived well into adulthood fighting and killing monsters. They meet Dean and they're dead in a year.
4) Jess. Happily going about her life with her handsome and charming fiance and then Dean shows up. So she explodes on a ceiling.
5) And SAM. Got out of the hellish life he grew up with, was on his way to a happy marriage and a glittering career, and then Dean reappears. Cue seven years of angst punctuated by brief flashes of Gabriel.
This thing with Castiel has got to be the ultimate example. He lives in pretty much contentment for millions of years and then meets Dean. Everything goes to shit. Then he and Dean part ways by way of a watery not-grave and, in what probably amounts to less then 6 months in show-time, he sets up his own little healing-thing, meets and marries a nice girl (and has what appeared to be a shockingly functional relationship, all things considered) and gets a place in the suburbs. One car ride with Dean "the jinx" Winchester and he's in an insane asylum babbling to his brother while his nurse suggests that after he finishes his jello maybe it would be fun to skip the sing-along and go kill some British guy.
Honestly, I could make a whole Dean/Meg ship manifesto on the idea that he protected her by refusing to identify her as a friend. He probably saved her life!
I love Dean to bits and none of this is his fault; it's like a curse. But still, I'd probably opt to be perpetually washing my hair whenever he called too!
On a semi-related note, I liked Daphne. She seemed really sweet, but also looked good in bondage and didn't see a guy being disoriented and naked as any impediment to a relationship. But now she's met Dean, so she'll probably get mauled by rabid skunks or something.
