i want destiny. i want narrative arcs that do not end human because human does not exist- not in this world, where seth’s descendants are all too happy to slaughter each other and the supposed predators will do anything they can to avoid slaughtering them.
sam claims his birthright, maybe not willingly, maybe as part of the deal. the king of hell, all of demonkind, and all he wants to do is be good. all he wants is to be clean, all bloodsoahed and lightningeyed under a crown of barbed wire. (gordon thought it was funny, just before he tore out sam’s heart. he was not the one laughing at the end of the night.)
dean’s parallel to the monsters he was raised to slaughter just becomes more apparent over time. his father’s ghost always just out of sight, always around the corner of his eye, always in the rearview mirror of the car he now haunts. when eve bit him, he couldn’t be cured, and he became eve’s supposed perfect monster. the only one left, after the two kids were killed, and turned by eve herself before he burned her from the inside. an alpha of unimaginable strength and power. who better to take his mother’s place in purgatory? (he always was a mama’s boy.)
and the angel with the crack in his chassis, the one who watched all four archangels get torn out of the grand plan, the one who always yearned after an absent, cold father, finds new meaning in reconstruction. and maybe heaven isn’t perfect, but they’re working on it. and maybe they can get it right this time.(of course, a little boy is born to a woman named kelly kline a few years later. and, of course, gabriel made sure to ask first.)
