The moment I knew I'd fallen in love with Supernatural was while I was watching 5x09, "The Real Ghostbusters." I never meant to fall in love with SPN, but apparently I did.
I remember not being able to watch 6x15 "The French Mistake" on my own, because I was too troubled by its portents and afraid of how badly the canon RPF deal was going to traumatize the crap out of me. I found a buddy who felt the same way, and we both had the greatest time of our lives. I remember being in Russia with two SPN fans, and we had an hour to spend together and one episode to choose. We watched this one, and I will never forget that.
I'm not into musicals, really, and I'm skeptical of musical episodes, but I think that's probably how it should be. Show is really, really, really good at giving me what I want (and also making me think that it hasn't--only to deliver bigger later, and in so doing reminding me that delayed gratification is a good thing!).
But what I think it might be even better at is showing me that whatever I'm afraid of is probably the best thing out there. And it'll probably be the thing that matters most.
So fly your fucken flag, Episode 200. I'M READY. ...WELL, I WILL LANGUISH FOR A WEEK AS I GO INTO NEW SPN EPISODE WITHDRAWAL, AND THEN ON 11 NOV I WILL BE READY.
I was never supposed to love you, SPN. But you've shown me how to love so many things I never thought I would. ♥