Wheres that post about John haunting the story. Haunting the boys. Him as a metaphorical and very physical ghost that clings on to the narrative like a noose. He is choking Dean into a muffled-hidden-puppet and Sam into an evil-good-for-nothing-monster. And he is never there. He is there for 12 episodes. He is always there.
He’s in the leather jacket and when that’s gone, he’s in Dean’s skin and his bones and in his head. Your father lasted a century and you barely made it past three decades. He was a great father. He did the best he could. He love us. That’s his car and his music and his clothes. Do you even have an original thought? Sometimes Dean’s drinking cheap liquor and he hates it. And he loves it. And it tastes like home.
Dad’s in Sam’s rage. He is spitting and yelling and it’s all Dad thats coming out of him. You were his son. His favorite son. The protected son. And still. Dad dies and Sam thinks—he thinks—good. But then Jess dies and Eileen dies and Mom dies and everyone else too, and maybe He did his best. Maybe Dad was on to something. And he’s not there but if Sam looks through the rearview mirror at just the right angle, he might be.
