He raised Dean from Hell.
He freed Sam from the Cage.
He sees these little primates in cages and feels compelled to set them loose.
(Monkeys have free will too).
But the last things he broke out of a cage and set free on the world were the Leviathan.
He doesn’t want to make the same mistake twice. This will require more planning.
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So did anyone else notice Cassie’s mom’s coat, or…?
Sometimes I don’t know if this stuff is really seeded into the first season, or if I’m just reading too much into things, but either way: Hmm.
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In “No Exit”, Jo asks Dean about the first thing that comes to mind when he thinks of his father. And Dean chokes out a story about how, when he was eight or nine, John took him shooting for the first time. Dean bulls-eyed every target. And John smiled at him, I mean, really smiled, maybe for the first (and last) time Dean can remember.
Dean spent the rest of his childhood and most of his adult life chasing that smile—molding himself into the perfect soldier to secure his father’s approval, pride and, ultimately, his love.
Because it’s not enough that John taught Dean that love was conditional or that it’s only earned when you’re good. No, the dysfunction runs far deeper than that. John taught Dean that love comes only when you’re exceptional: when you’re so good at something that you exceed all expectations. It’s not enough to watch out after your brother: You have to haul him from a fire. It’s not enough to shoot at a target: You have to bulls-eye every one. You have to remember every duty, every order, every lesson ever given you, because it only counts if you ace the test. And if you stumble, if you are anything less than exceptional at your assignments, then that love can be revoked.
Cas’s devotion never made any sense to Dean, for when the angel pulled him out of Hell, Dean was nothing if not utterly ordinary — just another demon, torturing souls, forgetting his humanity one ragged scrap at a time. He wasn’t following rules. He wasn’t adhering to his father’s lessons.
But Cas pulled him out anyway. And stuck by him anyway, and defied Heaven and Hell just to keep him safe. He became the cause that Cas ordered his life by. And Dean knows he doesn’t deserve it, that he never did and he never will.
But what Dean doesn’t know, what John failed to teach him, is that deserving it was never love’s point.
Can we just take a second to talk about how hot his eighteen-year-old son is? I mean, really. Not only is he RDJ’s progeny, he’s also only 18, which is way less creepy than being in love with the 46-year-old Downey. Seriously, look at him. Boy’s fine.
