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Tell me it won't be so! (a Supenatural post)

While waiting for the next episode of Supernatural to be available on the net, I've been trawling the websites on any news and titbits I can find on the show. I know going to forums isn't always the best thing to do -it has ruined a few book plots that I had looked forward to - but when you're addicted, you need something to keep ou from having withdrawal symptoms. As always, something somebody mentions in passing on a forum has put a horrible idea in my head, mainly on how Supernatural would end.

Dea, as any fan is aware, was dead, or very nearly dead at the opening of Season 2, and it was his father's deal with the Yellow-Eyed Demon which miraculously healed his traumatic head wounds and gave him back his life. Dean cottoned on to this fact early on, though it wasn't till Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things that he vocalises this and bared his anguish over the fact that his father died for him and his unnatural existence has made him become what he himself hunts.

So, now my question is - if Dean is himself an unnatural existence, will he at some point, when all things are put right, die because he should have died a long time ago?

It seems like a logical conclusion but I don't watch tv for logic, I do it for escapism. Unless of course it is horribly illogical and I can't suspend my disbelief but that is a topic for another day. There is only one way I want this story to end and that is happy. Happy, happy, happy. You hear me network people? I won't buy your DVDs otherwise.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Dean will die a painful death battling the Rainbow COloured Demon. Sam survive, albeit disfigured and open a pawn shop in his dead brother's honour. He still runs it in an undisclosed location somewhere in Middle America. Really.
Kere said…
(Puts fingers in ears) I can't heaarrr youuuu!!
Anonymous said…
well Dean was supposed to be dead in early season 1 (Faith, from heart attack). This is the second time somebody died to substitute him. Poor Dean.

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