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Goodbye Supernatural
An Ode to the show that taught us about family, duty, and monsters
I was 20 years old when Supernatural premiered on The WB. I was a stupid kid, and didn’t really know much about life. A die hard Buffy fan, when I saw a preview for a show about monster hunters featuring handsome actors I’d followed on both Dawson’s Creek and Gilmore Girls, I figured….hey why not? After the premiere, I was intrigued. By the end of season 3, my heart broke watching Dean being dragged off to Hell. In season 4, I quickly joined the fan club of our favorite angel, Castiel, who’s intro was one of the best on television…ever. When Sam died to save the world and his brother at the end of season 5, I wondered where the show could go from there? But, it did….didn’t it? It went here, there and everywhere. From folklore to real life human monsters — SPN touched on it all. While the mystical side always drew us in, for me, it was the family that kept me a fan for 15 seasons. Most of all, the relationship between the two brothers. As fate would have it, like Mary Winchester, I would become the mother of two sons myself. And yes, the names Dean, Sam and Cas were all on the table while I was pregnant. After having my sons, Supernatural took on a new meaning. By the time Mary Winchester came back, I truly looked at Sam and Dean from her perspective.
