- Supernatural: *SHRIEKING*
- Sherlock: Is everything ok- Oh god. I thought we were bad
- Doctor Who: GET THE SHOCK BLANKET
- Sherlock: WE'RE GONNA NEED A HELL OF A LOT MORE THAN A BLANKET
- Supernatural: *Collapses*
- Doctor Who: *cradles Supernatural* Shhhhhh, it'll be alright.
- Supernatural: *sobbing*
- Doctor Who: Sherlock!
- Sherlock: Okay group hug it'll be okay, calm down.
- Doctor Who: Cas got his trenchcoat back remember?
- Supernatural: *Shaking*
- Sherlock: Kevin's a Winchester, he'll come back, just like Charlie.
- Supernatural: *sniffles* Y-You think so?
- Doctor Who: Yea, it'll be okay shhhhh..
- Sherlock: I wonder how Merlin's doing..
- Merlin: *laughing maniacally*
Three characters might be enough to sum up everything going through my head right now but I’m gotta do what I do and vomit over my keyboard hoping for feelings to come out with the rest of the gloop.
As I was filming this last scene, I could not help but feel a deep sadness for what was to come. It was inevitable after all, of course it was, Kevin Tran advanced placement of Neighbor Michigan was supposed to die a less than heroic death by the end of Supernatural’s 7th season. Sam and Dean would take a moment to sigh in regret and then move on as they should and we would have done the same. This show was supposed to be nothing to me… but it became everything.
It’s weird to stop and think just how far Kevin has come since I first met him and how much he’s been able to accomplish in such a short time. He’s lost everything and everyone he’s ever known, forced to run and hide and at such a young age, you kinda wonder how else he was ever gonna rest in peace.
They said every prophet was supposed to have an archangel tethered to them for divine intervention should there be danger. Chuck had Raphael to protect him from Lilith but by the time Kevin had become the prophet, the arch angels were either dead or locked away. I like to think that the SPNFamily had been Kevin’s angels all along and the biggest reason for his survival. I thank you for that. These thoughts were swimming through my head as I lay there on the floor in darkness.
I had prosthetics on my eyes so I couldn’t see, nor could my eyes be seen. That was for the best because it was in those moments that I said my farewells. To the studio, the houseboat, the Men of Letters bunker where I spent so much time. To craft services, the caterers, and the candy tray, where I spent even more time. To the faces I’ve gotten so used to seeing over the last two years, I had to say “see ya later” because I just couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye, all the while hoping that the glue holding my eye pieces in place weren’t in jeopardy of dissolving.
It’s been an amazing ride and though I knew it was coming, it’s still this strange sensation that I can’t quite readily describe in this mindset. I’ve met so many wonderful people and I’ve made so many memories I’ll cherish for a lifetime.. but it’s that time where I say my thanks and take that last step into the fandom and let that world envelop me as I continue to support the show and the fans that have changed my life. Thank you for everything you’ve done, everything you’re doing, and everything you continue to do. Thank you.
And yes, I do think #KevinLives. In all of our hearts :)
I love how people have turned the idea of not being a racist, ableist, sexist, trans*phobic, queerphobic fucknut into the phrase “political correctness”.
Because it’s much easier to say “I don’t like all this PC stuff” than it is to say “I actually like my position at the top of the hierarchy and though I know that I’m only here because many people suffer every day, I don’t plan on changing it, because this is waaaay too comfortable.”
Like to point out that not all of the people who hate “all this PC stuff” are cishet abled…whatever the hell you want to tack onto that. I’m a Female, genderqueer lesbian with a chronic condition (one of those that half the medical community doesn’t even want to recognize as being a real thing). The only thing I can’t comment on is race. But I am certainly not at the top of this hierarchy you speak of. And you know what? I hate PC stuff. I hate that people get offended over every little thing to the point where they don’t listen and people outside their are afraid to speak or ask a question. And sorry but for a lot of this stuff, finding credible information on the internet is like rolling the dice if you don’t know where to start. I know a lot of cis-het people who are terrified to ask me questions because when they’ve made a tiny mistake before people verbally flayed them without them having the faintest idea why. Hell, I’ve seen this happen in an LGBT group where I had to send people outside to cool down. It’s ridiculous.