-pulls up a chair, spins it, and sits in it backwards-
You and me - we need to talk. Because this was literally the subject of the conversation I was having with sleepsintheimpala and androbeaurepaire that this rush of positivity stemmed from.
I am in awe of how they’ve chosen to deal with conflicting perspectives on various concepts within the confines of just nine episodes. We are being constantly bombarded with questions this season:
- Who are you?
- What are you?
- Are you a human?
- Are you a demon?
- Are you a monster?
- What constitutes a good man?
- What constitutes a good father?
- How do you kill an idea?
All of these questions and more leading back to single-most important question we’ve ever been asked in the history of the show:
Where is the truth in Supernatural?
And the answer is simple: Everywhere.
The truth of Supernatural is everywhere because the truth exists uniquely within each and every character. Every character has their own interpretation, their own version of the story - their own entire construct of their world as seen through their individual perspectives, shaped by experience, by emotion, by upbringing, by time, by existence, by nature. Just like us. The truth in Supernatural is everywhere because “truth” is the greyscale of the technicolor world of our humanity. It’s life.
Season ten has done much more than just give us parallels and mirrors and unreliable narrators. It has completely constructed the nature of existence - the nature of humanity - within in a television show. Yes, it gets entirely confusing because parallels are parallel to other parallels and mirrors are reverse mirrors to the mirror that is a mirror to an entirely different character than you’re thinking about.
But we’re through the looking glass here, people. This is Jabberwocky on freakin’ steroids. All the characters are playing a game, and that game is called Survival. Everything is opposite, time is running backwards, and you can’t have your freakin’ jam today. Translation: nothing is at it seems, flashbacks of the past are keeping everyone from moving forward, and the things they all want most - love, family, whatever - they can’t have them today. All those things were in the past, the things they left behind after all the choices that they made. Or all of those things are in the future, waiting for choices to be made. But today - everyone is just trying to keep playing the game to stay alive.
The thing about truth, about perspective, about people, about the characters, is that they can only fully understand their own truths. They are defined by their truths - by the life they have lived and the choices that they have made. And these truths can be altered, even if it seems wholly impossible. Because all it takes is the idea and the will to challenge the foundation of one’s entire existence, to deconstruct it, and lay a new foundation built from those things that they had wanted most that they had left behind. Change, choosing who you want to be, rather than what you were shaped to be - it all seems hopeless. But Alice used to think that impossible things were impossible, too.
Alice: There’s no use in trying. One can’t believe in impossible things.
The White Queen: I daresay you haven’t had much practice. When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
"Impossible" is as relative as the truth because one’s own truth defines their willingness to believe in the utterly impossible. And when you live in a world of the supernatural, of monsters, of demons, of angels - a world of the impossible - you have to believe. And therein lies hope for our protagonists.
Supernatural is about storytelling. And each story you hear will be different because the framing of each story is dependent on the storyteller. And the storyteller is the product of their truths, of their lives, of their perspectives. The storyteller is shaped by the past that they’re running from and the future that they can’t yet conceptualize because they’re just trying to survive today. But eventually, the show must go on. Eventually, they have to learn that surviving ain’t living. They have to find faith in the impossible and find their truths as they are written in the stars and across the hearts of those who pull them back from the edge of the desolation of the weight of an existence that was never meant to be theirs. They have to believe. They have to have faith in themselves.
THAT is why I love season ten. THAT is why I love Supernatural.