Authors note: This is a work of fiction – obviously – and is intend to be taken as such. It’s just my thoughts on what Dean’s thoughts in season 8 might’ve been, if I could get into his head…
So I’m back. Topside. Land of the living. Benny was right, that son of a bitch. I’ll miss the bastard. Gotta be like this though… Good to see Sam alive and kickin’. Thank God. Was freakin’ out when he wasn’t picking up. Sam. Yeah. I’m trying hard not to… but damn it, unwritten Winchester rule, never give up on each other. Never. Guess he went on without me. Met some girl. Guess I should be happy about that? I dunno what to think. The Kevin thing, not cool. How could he leave him out there like that? I don’t get it. I don’t get the whole damn thing. We’ll find the kid and make it right, if he ain’t dead already, but Sammy seems…he’s not here or somethin’. Just tryin’ real hard not to be as mad as hell right now. Better try and sleep, in an actual bed. Things might seem clearer in the morning. Yeah right.
-Man, nightmare. Monsters. Fighting. Same old, same old. Woke up sweating like a pig, no clue where I was. Then I hear Sammy breathing. Kid always was a noisy sleeper. Just gotta calm down. I’m back. Gotta remember, I’m back. I’m okay. It’s gonna be okay.
-Well, found Kevin. Kid’s improved some. Turned into a good little fighter. Crowley’s still an S.O.B. Time we ganked that bastard once and for all. Turns out there’s an actual tablet for demons. Tell’s ya how to close Hell’s gates. Could we catch that kind of break? Lock up the pit forever? Finally get rid of those black eyed sons of bitches. Man, that’d be somethin’. Sammy will back that. Yeah, Sam will be onboard for that…
I dunno know I even belong in this world no more. When did we blink over killing a bastard like Crowley? I don’t care whose meat suit he’s wearing. Kevin’s in the wind. Tablet’s gone. Sam’s got some bug up his ass about everything. Keeps drifting off, his heart’s not in it. I feel like the only one with his eye on the ball. Maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m the one with the problem. Nearly killed that dude in the interrogation room. So close. Gotta bring it down a notch. I’m on edge all the time. Everything was so much easier in Purgatory. Kill or be killed. No hesitations. Maybe I fit better there…Maybe I shoulda stayed put.
-Christ. Nightmare again. Cass…
Great. Sam wants to quit the life and go back to college. That kid is full of surprises. Thinks I’d be better off hunting alone. What? Since when has either of us been better off alone. He’ll come ‘round. Just has to get back in the saddle. He won’t walk away. God damn it, Sam…… Read more
sweetondean is Chief Editor (Asia/Pacific) and a writer for The Winchester Family Business
Last weekend I attended the Sydney leg of the All Hell Breaks Loose 4 convention.
Our special guests were Misha, Richard, Matt, Rob, Mark Sheppard and Sebastian. You might as well have called it The Bad Boys of “Supernatural” tour!
The lads had all arrived on various days. Sebastian had been in Sydney for about a week, as his girlfriend is a Sydney girl and he was catching up with family. Rob, Rich, Matt and Misha all arrived on Thursday and caught some of the sights around town and Mr Sheppard arrived Friday…missing his birthday all together, when he crossed the international date line, his birthday simply disappeared!
Officially the convention was Friday night and all day Saturday, but my convention started a little bit earlier…
It was Thursday night and I was just crawling into bed to watch a bit of “Supernatural” (what else) when Sebastian Roche tweeted….Read more
When Misha Collins dropped on the Aussie convention audience that you were leaving Supernatural, I couldn’t quite get my equilibrium back. I was in the front row, Misha was standing virtually in front of me and I was desperately trying not to cry, because that might have seemed weird. But the prickling in my eyes and lump in my throat was hard to deny. I sat there, gobsmacked, gutted, holding back tears.
You are my favourite writer on my favourite TV show, but in truth, it’s more than that. You inspire me. Your creative energy inspires me. Whether you’re writing wonderful words for talented actors to say, developing and nurturing beautiful characters, coming up with oddball theme songs, drawing crazy comic books or intricate scrawls on white boards that we’ve been privy to see, or speaking with enthusiasm about your work in interviews and podcasts, every little bit of it is inspiring. You mind inspires me.
I work in a creative field and I look to people like you who embrace creativity in all aspects of their lives. I have, at times, forgotten to do this, then I will listen to you speak or watch an episode of television you’ve written and a spark lights up inside me again and I start to write, or paint, or sketch or something purely for enjoyment. I was drawn to the creative fields because of my passion, but every so often the work overpowers that and I forget the love. You remind me of the love.
I heard Jensen and Jared call you a treasure and I think everyone in the room nodded in agreement. I know I did, because I believe that’s what you are; a unique voice to be treasured, one that speaks to me and makes me want to be better, be braver, be crazier, to ignore my fears and just go for it. I have a feeling we wouldn’t have episodes of television like “Smile Time”, “Jaynestown”, “The French Mistake”, “The End” or “The Man Who Would Be King” if you weren’t someone brave enough to just go for it.
Of course, you’re continuing to write and so you’ll continue to inspire and enrich my imagination with your particular genius…but I’d be lying if I didn’t say, I’m desperately sad you’ll no longer be writing for a show that has come to mean the world to me, for which you’re largely responsible.
I thank you for all the words you’ve given me. I thank you for all the times you’ve shattered my heart into a thousand pieces, for all the times you’ve made me clap my hands with glee, for all the times you’ve made me shake my head in awe and wonderment, for all the times I’ve felt compelled to write and write about how you’ve made me feel and for all the times where I’ve looked to your work for inspiration.
You are one of a kind, Mr Edlund. I will miss you terribly on the show that has taken my soul captive.
I wish you nothing but the best for your new challenge. I will, of course, continue to be watching and listening.