#narrative malpractice!!!

[wellofdean]

What gets me is this. Like, when you're in the metro on your way to work, listening to your DW playlist (because yes, of course you fucking have one) and on comes Steppenwolf...

Your eyes are moist, you scream and shout As though you were a man possessed From deep inside comes rushing forth All the anguish you suppressed Upon your wall hangs your degree Your parents craved so much for you And though you're trained to make your mark You still don't quite know what to do

and you realize that all the degrees on Dean's walls are guns. And all he wants is to love and be loved. It's never too late!

And then.

[wellofdean]

Guys, does it ever bother you that Dean's heart is like, a fucking open wound that's constantly bleeding out, like, all the time, and no one applies enough pressure to staunch it for like, 15 years of that show? Until Cas tells him he sees him! he loves him! and then promptly gets sucked into black nothingness? And then, Dean gets right back to work trying to be worthy, and then falls on a fucking nail and dies? And then he goes to boring drive heaven and Cas made it, but he's NOT THERE?

Like GUYS?

WHAT THE FUCK.