Almost ten years ago, I began to binge-watch a show featuring two brothers who drove a ’67 Impala and battled supernatural forces. Haunted houses, demons, angels, old gods, human spirits, cannibals, and so much more; the boys versus the darkness we so fear to tread. Leading the way. Saving us from apocalypse after apocalypse. All while continuing to be there for each other.
And now that show is coming to an end.
Supernatural has been there through the most chaotic periods of my life. Not only when I was freshly graduated from college and trying to figure out where I go next, but also during my father’s long illness. The Winchester brothers and their adventures have been a blessed relief for not only me, but my mom, during our darkest, most anxious and stressful time.
It has also been a leading factor of my connection in the paranormal community. It inspired a friendship that has lasted for years, as well as being a driving factor for me to research spirituality, urban legends, mythology, and other walks of life.
Put simply: I would not be the same person without Supernatural.
Which is why it is so heart-wrenching to see it end. I only hope for a peaceful resolution for the Winchesters. Maybe the last minutes will be something akin to what Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles imagined: the boys driving down the road, continuing on their adventures, still “saving people, hunting things.”
Thank you to Eric Kripke for bringing this show to life. I hope, one day, I will be able to follow you and create something so unbelievably amazing in my own writings–maybe even a TV show. Thank you to the cast: team free will, the guest stars, the recurring ones, and everyone in between. And thank for to the others: the crew, the producers, showrunners, directors, etc.
God bless you all in your future pursuits. I look forward to seeing them.
Carry on, wayward son.