Thursday, February 25, 2010

Dean at the desparate end of his rope


Check out these Molly Hatchet lyrics:


I'm travelin' down the road and I'm flirtin' with disaster
I've got the pedal to the floor and my life is running faster
I'm outta money outta hope it looks like self destruction
Well how much more can we take with all of this corruption

We're flirtin' with disaster, ya'll know what I mean
And the way we run our lives it makes no sense to me
I don't know about yourself or what you wanna to be, yeah
When we gamble with our time we choose our destiny

I'm travelin' down that lonesome road.
Feel like I'm draggin a heavy load.
I've tried to turn my head away,
Feel about the same most every day
You know what I'm talkin about man


Dean: choose your own ending! Life is not black and white, it's not all about free will, but, Michael is wrong too, it's not an illusion, there is wiggle room. Still, I am pretty sure we will see Dean vessel up Michael. I'd love to see Dean disembodied also b/c I'd like him to be able to talk to his angelic self (same goes for Sam).
Dean, you know if you'd accept Sam, there would be less of this angsting!!!!


I just completed "Roadkill" the 5th novel in the Cal Leandros series. In the book, there are two brothers and one is not all human and quite capable of evil. His older brother loves and won't forsake him, but he forbids him to use his evil power because little by little it is corrupting him. sound familar? I think that's why Dean gets so upset with Sam's power use. It's slowly making him something he is not.

And they keep each other human. Or at least they try.

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