I’ve been told by more than one adult in my life that I am the queen of procrastination. For some reason unbeknownst to me, I cannot for the life of me get anything done with any sort of skill unless I have a deadline staring me in the face.

One of my favorite tools of procrastination is Netflix. There is a seemingly endless supply of funny yet mildly offensive movies and television series to watch rather than do homework.

As of late, I’ve become rather fond of the television series “Supernatural.” I say “rather fond,” but “obsession” would be a more accurate description of my relationship with the Winchester brothers and their escapades. Since I started watching “Supernatural” on a suggestion from a friend at the beginning of the semester, I’ve burned through the first three seasons, binge-watching Season 3 and a handful of Season 4 in just over a week.   

Even though I’m only in Season 4 (Season 9 is the current season), I have loved watching Sam and Dean grow up and develop as characters while chasing the things that most people only believe exist in fairy tales and ghost stories.

At the beginning of Season 1, I kind of had a hard time believing that “Supernatural” was such a hit; the acting wasn’t great, the plot seemed pretty loose, and I didn’t have any emotional connection to the characters.

Sam was this sweet, intelligent boy next door living with his girlfriend and working on a law degree at Harvard until his older brother Dean, the epitome of handsome, mysterious and dangerous, drags him out of Harvard and into the family trade — hunting demons, vampires, shape-shifters and anything else that goes bump in the night.

Sam was at Harvard to get away from the family profession and was not excited when Dean asked him for help. Without spoiling anything, things happen and Sam decides that he has no choice but to help Dean and stop the demon that originally got the family into hunting.

The first half dozen episodes are rough. None of the characters were well established yet, Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki didn’t have good onscreen chemistry, and the writing was shaky, but the plot was still intriguing, so I kept watching.  

As the series has progressed, all the problems I saw earlier have started to fade; all the characters have become better established to the viewer, Jensen and Jared are great together, and the writing improved by leaps and bounds.

As the writing has improved, so has the quotability. I find myself sticking in quotes from the show in everyday conversations, especially with friends who watch “Supernatural.” The funniest episodes are always the ones I love to quote the most.

In Season 3, there’s an episode where Sam and Dean have to deal with a lucky rabbit’s foot.  The holder of the foot has the best luck imaginable, but if they lose the foot, their luck turns back on them, becoming so bad the unlucky is killed by their own bad luck. Sam has the foot, but then loses it, spurring a long line of increasingly unfortunate but hilarious incidents.

At one point, Sam is trying to scrape gum off the bottom of his shoe on a sewer grate, but his shoes comes off and falls into the grate and out of reach. The look Sam gives Dean is priceless, a look of utter defeat. Dean was on the phone with his back turned when Sam’s shoe fell. With that heart-wrenching look on his face, Sam simply said, “I lost my shoe.” Any time I do something or see someone else have a moment of sheer dumb luck, I give my best impression of this scene, often to the great enjoyment of friends.

One critique I have about “Supernatural” is that, especially in the first season, I find it to be unnecessarily scary. Some of the first episodes were downright terrifying. I will never be able to see a scarecrow without wondering if it’s a pagan god ready to eat me, no matter how many times I remind myself it was just a show.

In the beginning, I didn’t particularly anticipate enjoying “Supernatural.” I didn’t feel like the writing was solid, I wasn’t buying into the characterization, and I felt like it was excessively scary. As the seasons progress, the episodes get less scary and the characters and plot become more solid, so much so that now I can’t stop myself from staying up till insane hours of the night watching the Winchester boys hunt monsters.

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