You know what I’m saying? I’m saying this is bullshit. If a sixteen year old Dean Winchester came face to face with a werewolf like that, he wouldn’t be alive. The werewolf wouldn’t grab him from the forearms. He or she would bite him and claw him till he was dead or too weak to move.
So yeah, this isn’t a werewolf. That’s just John.
Friendly reminder that Dean didn’t ever personally encounter a werewolf until Season 2, 11 years after this episode.
My hatred for John Winchester grows daily.
My hatred of John Winchester grows hourly.
the worst thing about writing is that you aren’t just a writer. you have to be a thousand things. a poet, a flirt, a weapons expert, a bleeding heart, a scholar, a legendary cook, a theorist, an engineer, a reckless teenage girl, a dying god. you have to be able to write monologues and speeches and heartfelt confessions, and you have to make them believable. writing is putting yourself into someone else’s shoes.
writing is really hard (◕︿◕✿)
I’m sorry did you save the doctor with cpr
Did you defeat a witch’s spell with a rhyming word from harry potter
Did you take care of the doctor in 1913 England when he didn’t even remember himself
Did you recognize the master before the doctor did
Did you save all of humanity’s ass from the master by spreading the story of the doctor?
Then why don’t you stop being a little bitch about Martha Jones being a useless unneeded character