Voodoo Lady wrote: Supernatural (for me): It's like being in love with someone you can't quite admit to. You are inexplicably drawn to them, but are embarrassed to admit it, even to yourself. What's more, even when you finally realize how very in love you are, you cringe when admitting it to friends, as if they'll take the piss out of you (and yes, some will). I don't mean to imply that it's a bad show, just that it's not *my* kind of show. It's not my type, if you will. I don't even necessarily feel addicted to it. And yet, as the sun goes down and telly-viewing time descends, I feel the pull. And once I start watching, I can't seem to stop, whatever my bed time may be. Just now the song "Carry on my wayward son" was used in the "Previously on..." bit, which it hasn't been for a while, and I got teary. In fact, I will likely never be able to hear that song again without associating it with Demons and Angels and Hunters.
SO glad you have stuck with it and it has found a place in your heart.
I know it is so over the top emo a lot of the time, that the deep growly voices are silly (but sexmo ha ha) that a lot of it is fan service *coughs* Destial *coughs* and some of it is plain stupid. But I properly LOVE it.
I haven't been this addicted and affected by a TV series since Buffy/Angel. Doctor Who bored me stupid too many times and if I ever see another Dalek/Cyberman in my life I will start shooting, yet if I see another black eyed demon I get happy.
I'm almost at the end of series 7 and I just want more.
Yes there are points when I have not liked episodes. It took me a long time to get into series 4 and series 6, and a few to like series 7, but I still want MOAR.
if we were playing spin the bottle, I wouldn't completely object if, on my turn, it landed on Dean. Sam? I might spend those seven heavenly minutes bitch slapping him. (And then might sell my soul to the always scrummy Mark Shepard to get seven minutes more. Totally worth it.)
YOU LOVE DEAN.
MASSIVE SERIES 7 SPOILERS. I MEAN IT. DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU'VE SEEN UP TO AND INCLUDING EPISODE 17.
Oh God. It killed me. My heart broke, mended, soared and broke and I am a mess. Cas, Cas is ok!!!!!!
Well he's not but he isn't a puddle of black in the reservoir. Baby Cas. I cried like a kid and sniffed and lip wobbled and cried again.
I knew he was coming back cos I see things by mistake. I thought it was him at the door to Emmanuel's house and then it wasn't and then I saw his trouser legs and my lip wobbled and then his arse (OMG) in the trousers and poor Dean and Dean seeing his friend.
Dean holding it together was so sad. Then when Cas found out who he really was I bawled.
The bit that really got to me was Dean giving Cas his coat back. Then seeing Cas in the coat .
Too many moments that just got to me.
I am writing like a child because it made me wibble.
Sorry for being a child.
Can we have Bobby back now? I LOVED Bobby. Bobby was Dad. I miss Bobby.
I guess the 'ghost helping Dean' will be resolved son and we might get to see Bobby again maybe? Please?