For those who don't know, Supernatural is a show about two brothers who hunt monsters. Every woman in the show dies. All of their friends and family die. It never seems to faze them for long. They're just drifters, driving from town to town, doing their best to help strangers in trouble. All they got is shitty motels, dive bars, roadside diners and each other.
It's basically my fantasy life.
In later seasons they introduced a home base and several recurring characters, some of whom were entertaining, others were not. Despite veering away from the original concept, every season the writers would still throw us a handful of episodes where it was just the boys out on their own.
The fandom is notoriously extra. One of my occasional reads before they quit LiveJournal was a community where fans were convinced the lead actors were secretly in a relationship with one another. They'd stalk the actors' every move, constructing elaborate conspiracies about their clandestine affair, even as the two men settled down with wives, kids and so on. On one hand it was creepy, on the other hand it was fascinating. I'm not sure how many fans actually took it seriously.
The show is probably the longest show i've watched from beginning to end. 15 seasons. The only show i can think of that survived a comparable number of episodes with me watching every one was Stargate SG-1 (10 seasons).
Tonight it's over.
Supernatural was never my favorite show, although they did have some very memorable episodes. The reason why my friend R recommended it to me in the first place, and the reason why i kept coming back, was this: no relationships. No love stories. No bullshit. Just two guys, on the road, forever.
I won't spoil the finale for those who haven't watched it yet, but if your reasons for watching it are the same as mine, the final two episodes (which i recommend watching together) will make you happy. I cried. But it was a good cry. I needed it.
I miss traveling so fucking much.