fandom was treated to a truly spectacular hour of television last night. Monumental, really. It was the culmination of ten years of on-air glory, marking the 200th episode.
It's been a long and winding road, to be sure. In fact, there were a few times when I almost threw in the towel and turned my back on the fandom for good. Like after Bobby died, or when Chuck left the picture. It almost felt like the departure of those two was where the line of demarcation was drawn: when the series departed from the urban legend, "things that go bump in the night" feel, to focusing hardcore on the angels and demons direction that it had been heading for a while.
There were trips to hell, soulless Winchesters, demons galore, an abundance of angels, a whole lot of brooding, epic theological references and wars, and brother-on-brother fighting. Oh and Dean turned into a demon. There was that, too. It felt very contrived for a while there, as if they started this storyline and just had to wait it out and wrap it up in a way that didn't alienate fans.
And so they did just that. Within three episodes of this current season, Dean's demon was excised, the brothers were back together, Castiel got new Grace and their first gig back on the job included hunting down a werewolf. Sound familiar? That's because it WAS familiar. It felt as if I had been transported back to 2005 when the Winchesters were just saving people; hunting things. You know, carrying on the family business. It is the reason I fell in love with this show to begin with; and the last two episodes have felt like welcoming an old friend back into my home after a long, drawn-out, rather redundant absence. And that brings us to last night's 200th episode extravaganza.
It was exceptional, from start-to-finish. The guys hear about a teacher being snatched outside of the school where she works and head on out to do their thing. But they find more than just a monster to hunt. In the most meta episode of television since "The French Mistake" (also Supernatural
; and also glorious), the brothers find themselves smack in the middle of a musical based upon the Supernatural
series that was written by Carver Edlund. Long-time fans of the show will remember Carver, who actually goes by Chuck Shurley (Carver Edlund is his pen name), was discovered by the brothers when they were looking for clues in a comic book store. Up until that point, they had no idea that these books even existed, let alone chronicled their lives right down to the very last "Idjit," "Bitch" and "Jerk."
It turned out that Chuck was more than just a floundering author: he was a prophet of the Lord, which meant he was to be protected above all else. It also explained how he was able to document the guys' lives so accurately and thoroughly. He only appeared in six episodes, but his impact was palpable. In fact, I believe that the Chuck storyline was my favorite of the entire series.
Last night's episode was truly a gift to the fans. It was right there in the title, "Fan Fiction." The high school musical was directed by a student named Marie, played flawlessly by Katie Sarife, and picked up where Edlund's books left off. She felt cheated by the way things ended, and decided to just go ahead and give the series the ending she felt it and the fans deserved. Dean tries to wrap up the last few seasons for Marie, giving her the cliffsnotes version of what had happened, and she laughs in his face, stating that it was the worst piece of fan fiction she's ever heard. But, we all know that he actually chronicled what had really happened.
If I'm being completely honest, I don't remember much about what her musical was. But there were musical numbers a la "Andrew Floyd Webber," an oversight that Dean was unable to reconcile with. In fact, he said that if there HAD to be music in this shitshow, it would obviously be classic rock. I must say, I have to agree with him.
But here's the main point I'm trying to make here. There is a reason this show has been the air for ten years. Sure there were rough patches, but any long running show has their share of ups and downs. But this show has always, without fail, been about the fans. And last night was a tribute for us. At least, that's how it felt. It was funny, it was heartfelt and it was all about the Winchester Brothers. Supernatural
quite literally went back to its roots. The monster was a goddess and the brothers brought her down together; the way God (Chuck?) and Eric Kripke intended it to be. The very end of the show was a chorus production of the theme song of the series, "Carry on my Wayward Son," and it made me ugly cry. Oh, and in the very last scene Chuck returns and all is right in the world.
So from one longtime fan, please know this: Your gift to us did not go unnoticed. I thank you for giving us this incredible show and for continuing to make me fall in love with it all over again, time after time.
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