It’s no secret I love Supernatural so you might guess I’m very forgiving of it, even when it doesn’t quite hit the mark. (I’m nice like that.) I was looking forward to this season, but dreading it, too — there’s a good chance it’s the LAST season, though now they’re making noise about coming back for season six and I would not complain about that, no sirree, but I’m sort of hanging on to season five as the very last bit of new Winchester brothers.

Thursday nights I sit down in front of the television with my pulse pounding. Waiting. Excited. It’s the only show I feel this way about. I enjoy other shows, yes, but this show is the only one that makes me feel THIS way. Supernatural is like that special boy in study hall who tosses paper footballs at you when you’re not looking, but asks your best friend to the dance instead, only to end up making out with you the next week after band practice.

What I’m saying is, even when it’s sort of bad, I love it anyway.

The first two episodes of this season didn’t make me explode. I liked them. I thought they were necessary and well done, well written and acted and filmed and catered and made up and costumed and everything. I liked them, but I didn’t *omglovelovelove* them. I liked the third one all right.

And then came THE END. (Just so you know, I don’t usually even know the names of episodes to refer to them that way, so I had to look that up. And then I found out that you can download fuhfree, ya’ll, that’s right, free, the song from the promo’s!)

Oh.My.God.

Post apocalyptic virus that makes zombies (or zombie-like creatures?) Sign me the f*** up, son, goddamn, that’s some GQMF shit up in there. Time travel? Get me a spoon for that bowl of yum.

Two Deans?

Hold up, now. Am I still alive? Or have I passed on to the great beyond, to a world with not one but TWO Dean Winchesters? And one’s really angry? Lemme pinch myself, because I swear to you I’ve died. Let’s not talk about the pink satin panties, because that might just make my head explode. Ok, let’s talk about them — because I TOTALLY believe Dean would enjoy a pair of pink satin panties.

In short, I loved the episode. LURVED. Yes, I did.

And the sort of best part/worst part was that because I was out of town I missed it and watched it on Monday night, which meant it was only a few days until last night, when the new episode was on. And guess what? Loved it, too.

I’m usually more a fan of the standalone episodes than the mytharc ones — was like that when I loved X Files, too. But Supernatural’s super good at mixing them. So you get a piece of the overall arc to keep that story going, along with a nice little monster hunting episode. And brotherly bonding. Gah, can I tell you how much I love the fact they’re back together (and not in that creepy f-ing way, either.) I knew they couldn’t be apart for long, I mean, they’re the Brothers Winchester, apart they’re not nearly as strong as when they’re together. So I’m happy they’ve been able to start working things out.

And wow, can Jared Padalecki get any bigger? Really? And that hair? C’mon now, I’m a Dean girl, tried and true, cross my heart and hope to die and go to two-Dean heaven, but JPad, you’re seriously giving me some Sammy love. Snap front shirts? Thank you costume person. Huge, giant Sam Winchester in snap-front shirts makes my heart happy in a way I can’t explain. I don’t think I’d like Dean in a snap front shirt.

Ahem.

Last night’s episode, sorry, I didn’t look up the name…the monster hunting part didn’t feel as fresh. Okay, they thought it was a ghost, turned out to be a god. Felt done before. But then again, it would make sense they repeat the “creatures.” I mean, even with a whole lot of things out there in the dark, they’re bound to come up against more than one thing that’s the same, and they’ve done lots of ghosts. But it didn’t feel “fresh” or new the way I’ve come to expect Supernatural to make the hunt. It didn’t matter to me — I still liked it. I still jumped when the weapons flew out of their hands. I still laughed at a lot of the dialogue. It wasn’t as funny as let’s say, Monster Movie (the ep I do know the name of) or as poignant, but it got the brothers working together and got Sam to stand up to his brother and got Dean to soften toward him. They worked on some things so they can move forward with the rest of what’s going on.

And then at the end, instead of “next week” it says SOON and shows a bunch of clips. What does that mean? Hiatus? CURSE YOU SUPERNATURAL, CURSE YOUUUUUUU! Why do you toy with my affections so? Why do you slip me that “will you go with me, yes, no, circle one” note and then ignore me on the field trip when everyone knows you’re supposed to sit with me on the bus and hold my hand when the teachers can’t see? Why do you eat the pie I baked and then leave in the morning without even a note and with the fork still on the kitchen table? WHYYYYYYY?

I’ve heard next week is still a new episode so maybe they’re just toying with us. Hard. And cruelly.

Anyway, that’s what I think about Supernatural, if you care. And if you don’t, isn’t it a wonderful world in which we live, that you have the freedom to read other blog posts about other things, and not this one?

Have a great weekend, everyone. I’m going to work super hard on these revisions today so I can start my new project next week. I’m calling it COLLIDE, and thank you, Joe Dallesandro, because without you I’d never have thought of it.

M