Dearly Departed…by Elle2
 
Inspired by Randal’s recent One Night Stands (and yes, I totally went the way of the gutter while preparing to read that…) I decided to write briefly about some of my favorite recurring characters who alas are no more. I’m putting them in my order of favor, least to most, although any ordering is not meant to disparage because the following characters I truly enjoyed each and every time they came to visit.  Be it on the side of the light or the side of the dark, they were all ‘good’ characters who enriched the storyline.
 
“This guy’s no genius, he’s a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie.” -- Ash
 
Ash was the first wacky character that truly was a character: genius, drunk, opportunist, Dr. Bad***, unabashedly comfortable in his birthday suit, keeper of secrets – until pressured by Ellen and then he folds – and loyal.
 
Ash staggered drunkenly into the Winchester’s lives in ELAC and quickly proved himself able to decipher John’s research (the man who writes like Yoda), to be a keeper of Sam’s secret psychic abilities, a helper to Jo who tried to ditch (unsuccessfully) her mother and hunt with the brothers, and very aware of the dangers abounding as he sensed the importance of his discovery and the need to keep it safe (AHBL I&II).
 
Ash came seemingly from nowhere (well, all right, MIT) and for some unknown reason found himself settled in a back room at The Roadhouse. There’s much unknown about Ash, including his death – to this day there are those that hope (against hope) that he somehow escaped the fiery explosion, that somehow the watch that was highlighted during his phone call to Dean and the burnt watch on the charred remains found at the devastation of The Roadhouse was somehow a ruse…I’m thinking Ash is gone.
 
He was fun, funny, outrageous and a mystery; in the end he did not fit anywhere in the landscape and it was best to remove him…before he outstayed his welcome; as it is, I miss him.
‘Unconquerable Souls’
 
 Poetry That Could Be Supernatural
 
 
As some of you will already have noticed I read a lot, and I have a soft spot for poetry. Give me Shakespeare at any time, and I’m happy. Now, some of my best-loved poems have begun to remind me of my favourite tv-show and its characters…
 
This is meant to be my Christmas gift for all of us, to carry us into the New Year on the immortal words of some of the world’s greatest minds, and their visions of hope, courage, human strength and human flaws, and the many faces of love.
 
On this site it’s all about love, don’t you think?, and it comes indeed in numerous forms – it’s the love we share for a tv-show, the love we give to one another by respecting each other’s comments and thoughts, the love we send via the web to console and/or appreciate someone who told us a personal story, the love that hides within relaxed banter and the fun craziness we unfold here.

And it’s about shapes of courage – it takes some guts to de-lurk and post a comment, thereby subject your thoughts and opinions to possible criticism, to defend or condemn an episode or this hellatus…, and, also, guts are needed when accepting another’s point of view. Don’t mind me; I’m a sentimental soul sometimes.
 
So, when winter embraces you with its icy wings (read too much poetry lately, Jas?), let the shadows go and remind yourself that there is a lot of kindness, compassion and warmth in this world, and it’s worth fighting for (what else is being human about?).
 
Our Winchesters do it in fictional stories, and each one of us does it by accepting another’s weaknesses, by helping up the old lady who stumbled in the street, by smiling at a stranger (and receiving a smile back),  by reaching out to someone we have issues with… the list could go on…
 
The other day I came back from a trip, and as my plane was late I missed all my trains and got stuck at a station. There was no other train that late in the night, and I prepared myself to order a cab and pay a ridiculous amount of money only to sleep in my own bed. A couple at the station noticed my predicament and offered to take me home. So they drove many miles just to get me there, and when I offered to pay them for it, they simply said: ‘No, this is not for sale. Do something for another person in need.’
This is what I mean – that is the kind of gift each one of us is able to give to others. 
 
So, have a most wonderful and peaceful Christmas, allow yourselves to be enveloped in love and friendship, and  may angels watch over all of you.
 
Merry Christmas to you all
 - and to the cast and crew, everyone who works hard on this show, and all the creative minds of Supernatural.
 
You’ve given us the best show we could have possibly wished for, and with it fun, inspiration, creative debates and nourishing ideas… Thank you.
 
Enjoy.
 
(And, of course, copyrights lie with the authors entirely, I found the screencaps at screencap paradise, stills are property of the CW.) 
  
 
 
 
 
 
Invictus
 
 
Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever Gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
 
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud;
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbow’d.
 
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
 
It matter not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
 
William Henley
A Christmas Dream
 
It was Christmas Eve in the State of South Dakota.
The snow was falling gently and adding to the quota.
The new laid snow glistened, from the reflection of all the lights.
Coming from the homes lit up all through out the nights.
Seven Reasons to Be Grateful for During the Holiday Season

Santa never came down your chimney. More to the point, Santa never ripped you up your chimney.

Boot
Come December, Cleveland is like virtually every other Western city; glowing strings of red, green and gold are threaded through the barren boughs lining downtown streets. Except that here, one also strangely finds two unorthodox troupes of very bright blue huddling around the veterans' memorial and the northwest corner of Public Square. When the dark, sharp air is blended with a breathy mist or a falling web of white, this spectral blue can be beautiful, nearly ethereal purple. In other atmospheric conditions, namely during the day (yes, the lights are often on then; way to save energy, dumbasses), it can come across as tacky as, you guessed it, a Martha Stewart-on-acid Supernatural hotel room. Thus, the unwitting kernel of this rewritten classic.

I ask forgiveness in advance for any technical deficiencies, mais à mon avis, in verse, sentiment takes precedence over prosody (the cry of the talentless hack). So, thanks to the writers, producers, crew and cast of Supernatural for making something that has become for me as synonymous with the holidays as A Christmas Story and the loathing of banal family get-togethers. May you all have a groovy whatever, except you, Krampus. Try this bar of Life Buoy.
A Very Supernatural Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through some house
Not a creature was stirring, certainly not a mouse.
Something was rumbling down the chimney without care.
St. Nick? Hardly, for bloodthirsty hell was now there.
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land
The apocalypse looms ever closer at hand.
 
As stockings are hung by the chimney with care,            
Two brothers have a war for which prepare
 
While vision of sugar plums dance in our head,
The brothers have numerous visions of dread.
 
Christmas’ filled with fathers and mothers
Where never experienced by the two brothers.
 
No pawing and prancing of each little hoof,
Could ever have been heard on a tin motel roof.
 
No sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
Was ever in the lives of the brothers to view
 
Past Christmas’ were spent in the warmth of each other.
Developing strong bonding of brother to brother.
 
As bonds of the brothers grow out of sight,
It’s without a special Christmas gift lost in the fight.
 
Their lives have been torn since they answered the call
To defeat one whose pride goeth before his fall.
 
Their season is not filled with warmth and good cheer
As many have died that they held very dear.
 
Now as four horsemen approach from afar,
The boys have forgotten how special they are
 
Their strength and devotion have called other brethren
Who also oppose those who prefer hell to heaven
 
Because what was above has now come below
It’s come with hatred and anger and woe.
 
But one family to another sent a very heavenly friend
Vowing trust and loyalty to the bitter end.
 
So as we all settle, all snug in our beds
We need to remember for them what’s ahead
 
Their lives are devoted to goodness and light
And for our fate, they carry on the fight.
 
So to our heroes, the boys of great might,
Merry Christmas to them, a very special good night.
When I last left off profiling the words of wisdom spouted by our intrepid hero those many months ago (dodges flying tomatoes), Dean had just sort of sold his soul to a demon in order to bring Sam back from the dead. Talk about a perspective changer. Dean’s sharp tongued lines went from snarky in season one to edgier in season two, so season three was bound to be different. I would say less Dean’s comments were less “woe is me” and more bravado and smut, all to hide the reality that he was due for “Dean Winchester meet and greet” in Hell and apparently had to learn something known as the “Hellfire Rumba.” That’s right, no more boundaries.

We're obsessed, yes? We clear our schedules for Thursday night (or celebrate when outside events clear them for us). We check in here as often as real life permits and the withdrawal pains of Hellatus demand. We've got the DVDs and the downloads, and rewatch obsessively, sometimes in chronological order to get the benefit of the story arc as it was meant to be seen, sometimes picking out our favourites for some comfort watching. But what about the episodes we skip over, the ones where the DVD is not getting worn out, the ones not bookmarked in the favourites file? The orphan episodes that we don't rewatch, and which don't get much attention in articles here. Let's try to work out why, and maybe even give one or two of them the love and attention they deserve.

Of course, the trouble with this article is that in order to write about the episodes I don't rewatch, I've going to have to rewatch them.  I'll think about that one later - I'm sure Jas will have an explanation if I ever make it onto her couch.

Let me clarify that this isn't necessarily about the "worst" episodes. Although they're not at the top of my rewatch list, I'll happily look at Bugs again, or Red Sky at Morning, the two that Chuck would have liked to re-write and which often seem to come up as the most problematic or least favourite episodes.  In fact I think Chuck was wrong on Bugs: it is a decent episode until it gets to the showdown in the attic, and has some good development of the brotherly relationship. (It also has Dean in the steam shower. I appreciate the idea of Dean in a steam shower almost as much as Dean must have appreciated being in it, after all those motel rooms with tacky decoration and no doubt worse than tacky plumbing.)  And Chuck must have written Red Sky at Morning and then forgotten that his fangirl publisher edited it out of the final lineup: it isn't one of the titles in the row of Supernatural books that are shown in The Monster at the End of This Book.
 
Inspiration is a wondrous creature – suddenly it raises its head out of nowhere, when you least expect it… after watching a couple of old Supernatural episodes, Indeep’s song from the eighties – Last Night a DJ Saved My Life – was played on the radio … Suddenly words began to form in my head, pounding against my skull to be let out. You’re the ones who will suffer for it, I guess…
 
We know that demons lie, kill, betray and simply screw with the Winchester brothers (and their friends), but are they helpful, too, sometimes?  After all, the importance of monsters in the Winchesters’ lives can’t be contradicted. The question is, could we paint some of that significance in a positive color or is it all bad…?
 
We’ve had the imbeciles of demons, the almost human ones, and some really cool baddies (Crowley was one of those), and we had ‘queen-bitch’ Ruby, a former witch, and her boss Lilith who probably wasn’t able to decide whether she preferred a child’s body or that of a comely dental hygienist…
 
Demons played crucial roles in several moments in the brothers’ lives. I’ve been wondering, what would have happened to them if it had not been for demons… or for some of them…
 
Paranormal creatures have been foes in a very traditional way (kill ‘em and leave ‘em – and in the pre-colt-period exorcism was the method of choice to get rid of them), but they have also been ambiguous beings, even helpful, and sometimes they gave the brothers a glimpse at an alternative life. Angels did that, too.