I have been struggling for a while to write this article.
Largely because a.) I was not a huge fan of Season 7; and b.) I know that what I want can never happen.
I enjoy both styles of story arcs, for different reasons. I enjoy the ongoing mythology story lines, because they give me a common theme for an entire season. I enjoy the monster-of-the-week style because there isn’t too much to remember the following week.
What I do miss is the Winchesters’ relationship being the story arc. Even though all the past seasons have included monsters, angels, a continuing theme of the apocalypse and a showdown between good and evil, the ever-present battles between Sam and Dean were always there, and that was what I (and many, many others, I think) hung on. The difference in Season 7 was that there was little if any conflict between the brothers as they fought together to save Sam’s sanity, suffer through the loss of Castiel and Bobby, and of course, defeat the leviathans.
With Dean’s increasing anger at never being given a break and Sam sort of coming into his own again after Castiel saves his sanity, it seems that a return to the lighter-hearted days of old when the boys (who are, admittedly, clearly no longer boys but men) could share some laughs and see some of the good in life.
We have our jokes, and Dean’s usual one-liners, of course. We also have Sam’s increasing ability to deliver a good one-liner of his own to shut Dean down. But they still seem disconnected, even after the fight dean fought to bring Sam back from the brink of insanity.
Now, i know there has been increasing disparity between the Winchesters. It started when Sam started lying to dean about Ruby, way back in Season 4. But even them, there wasn’t the hopelessness that I feel now, in their relationship.
But amid all that is this sadness underneath, a loss of innocence – if it can even be called that, in the world they live in. There is a missing vein of hope that someday they can rest, someday the world will not need to be saved, and that someday they can live normal lives. I mean, they always KNEW they couldn’t ever have those things, but the lighter sides of them kept that hope alive, regardless of what they came up against. That hope is gone, and that makes me sad.
I am really hoping that the writers will try to get some of that back, somehow. Not all of it, but can we at least go back to hoping it’ll all be ok, one day?