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#9 - Pagan Gods
Antagonists are even better when their work makes them happy. That's especially true for the Pagan Gods turned over-the-top suburbanites in "A Very Supernatural Christmas." Only the warped minds of the Supernatural creative team could pull off such this absurd pairing.
Meet Madge and Edward Carrigan, the modern day too-sugary- to-be-real elder couple next door. They're straight out of a 1950's sitcom, except they're more like Ozzie and Harriet meet Alfred Hitchcock. Edward comes complete with the Robert Young cardigan and pipe, and Madge and her plastic covered couch has issues with bad language in her home, especially from the victims she's slicing open.
So what happens to centuries old deities when times change and their way of life is compromised? Most just die off or get killed, but not these two. They're the rare breed that chose to go with the flow and assimilate into normal society. They're the happiest mass murders you'll ever meet this side of The Joker.
Not only are they jubilant over partaking in all the traditional holiday rituals that go into eating humans, like dragging victims up the chimney while still alive and ripping out whole fingernails and teeth while the victims wear meadowsweet leaves (after all, nothing else smells finer), but they have every hideous Christmas decoration imaginable on display to show just how ridiculously happy they are. As I've always said, go large or don't go at all.
I'm not sure what I loved more, sweet and portly Madge holding with ease ginormous Sam against a wall by the throat, or her getting Dean to use the word "fudge" while putting him through painful arm slicing torture. Or how about the fact that Pagans also hate fruit cake?
In the end, it was their love of tradition that led to their downfall. Considering Pagan Gods are killed by a wooden stake through the heart, the live Christmas tree became a convenient Winchester weapon. I bet other Pagan Gods didn't have that trouble when hunters tore apart their fake trees.