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Supernatural Saved Me, and I’m Obsessed
On October 10, 2019, the final season of Supernatural on the CW will begin at 7:00 pm CST. I’ll be in the beautiful mountains with my kids; however, no matter how early we have to eat dinner, we will be back at the condominium by 7:00. I will not watch a recorded version of this final season premier. Because I’m obsessed.
Now, I know most people do not consider obsession to be a good thing. I mean, entire thriller and suspense movies, novels, and even a musical about an opera phantom are built around the idea of obsession being pretty unhealthy. Calm down, this is not that kind of obsession.
I mean sure, there’s no question Sam and Dean are fun to gaze at dreamily. Castiel too, for that matter. The soundtracks alone are enough reason to enjoy the show, for those who haven’t been brainwashed by modern music with 2 chords and 3 notes. And thanks to Donna, Jody, and Claire, we have plenty of power women to admire. But it isn’t about that either.
For me, Supernatural was sanity saving. If I wanted to be really dramatic, I might even say it was life-saving. No, I did…
