Picoreview: Supernatural, Season 7: The poor boys.
I mean, that’s pretty well the picoreview for any season of Supernatural, and S7 was not the worst of what they’ve been through. (Nevermind that I spent two Bobby episodes and the Felicia Day episode gnawing on my knuckles and with my knees drawn against my chest.)
I do love this show. I’d kind of paled on it in s6, and we hadn’t gotten around to watching s7 (obviously), but then Amanda Tapping was announced as being in s8, so we had to watch s7 so we’d know, well, the road so far. And s7 largely renewed my fondness for it, it seems. (It still should’ve ended with s5, but I will take Beating A Dead Horse, Pretty Boy Style, for a few more years.)
There’s a part of me that would kind of like to write a SPN novel. They’ve got such good voices (Dean particularly) and they have all the emo angst in the world. And then some. (Presumably if I wrote a SPN novel it would be set in, or at least drive through, Seattle, where Baby would need some part and the boys would stop by a certain garage… :))
Actual spoilers behind the cut.
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(x-posted from The Essential Kit)