I was ready for the SPN Hellatus. Really. I have enjoyed the season so far, I think in part because I have made an effort not to become embroiled in fandom angst. I have also avoided “reading ahead” by way of sneak peeks, spoiler articles, and much of the speculation that flies around the internet. I would watch the trailer at the end of each episode, and avert my eyes to as much of the rest as I could, trying to hold myself to minor postings on a few friendly sites. (I’m pretty much on the fringes of the fandom, but I do like talking about the show, and there’s only so much my husband can take!) It helped.
But December is long, Christmas is over, and I have free time and itchy fingers again—I took a look around at what some of the bloggers and entertainment site writers had said about this season’s road. In spite of the expected differences of opinion, and varying degrees of critical approval, I found myself struck by a common sentiment—“How is Dean going to come back to us?” The affection that most of the writers hold for this character, and for Sam, shone through whatever critical comments they made.
It got me thinking (“A dangerous pastime.” “I know.” --Sorry).
( Wait, there's more. )
But December is long, Christmas is over, and I have free time and itchy fingers again—I took a look around at what some of the bloggers and entertainment site writers had said about this season’s road. In spite of the expected differences of opinion, and varying degrees of critical approval, I found myself struck by a common sentiment—“How is Dean going to come back to us?” The affection that most of the writers hold for this character, and for Sam, shone through whatever critical comments they made.
It got me thinking (“A dangerous pastime.” “I know.” --Sorry).
( Wait, there's more. )