eurgh, my cousin is such a Sam apologist. He stopped watching after S5 because he thought it was fucking stupid to continue as
it was so obviously meant to end there (can’t say I disagree with that completely) but then he started saying that Sam was the brains of the operation and Dean was ‘just a hothead’ and I flipped my shit, which, long story short, ended in me threatening my cousin at pencil point, since that was the only weapon to hand in the living room.
He’s lucky he was high and also my favourite cousin, because, I’m not saying I’ve written in permanent marker on his face while he was sleeping for lesser offenses, but bitch woke up with knobhead scrawled across his forehead and had to go to college like that, you feel me
#Dean!girl from the womb to the tomb
I love heroes. I’ve always been fascinated by them, by their mythology, their stories and adventures. And I’m not just talking about Captain America and Iron Man, I’m talking about Achilles and Odysseus, Segismundo and Don Quixote. Heroes. That’s why I’m writing this piece. I feel like I needed to get all of these ramblings out of my system, about Team Free Will and heroes. Because sure, Sam Winchester is probably considered the main protagonist, but all three of them are heroes in their way. They just fit different archetypes.
Sam Winchester is the most classical anti-hero. The reluctant one, the one who didn’t ask any of the things that are happening to him. Sam escaped the life, went to college, only to have the life blazing - quite literally - back onto him. Sam endures. He doesn’t really believe in what he does, but he knows he has to do it. He reminds me very much of Frodo Baggins - a hero who suffers an incredible journey that changes him forever. Frodo said ‘yes’ to the ring, in Rivendell, and Sam said ‘yes’ to Lucifer in order to put him back in the cage. And just like Frodo, Sam will be haunted forever by the physical and emotional pain he went through. Still, it’s true that sam does bitch a lot, and for that he reminds me of Segismundo, from Calderón de la Barca’s play «Life Is A Dream». Segismundo’s father, the king, received the prophecy that his son was going to become a terrible person, and so he locked him away in a remote prison. When he decides to bring Segismundo back, he acts like the most spoiled brat on earth, throwing tantrums and acting like everything offends him - but in the end, he becomes a good king and a good man. Pretty much like Sam. Always bitching around about how a poor baby he is, but in the end he’s a really great hunter.
Dean Winchester is a different kind of anti-hero. The tormented, angst filled one haunted by his past. He’s the hero who doesn’t believe good things can happen to him, because he doesn’t deserve them («You don’t believe you deserve to be saved», ring a bell?). And because of that, he never really seeks them out - one night stands, no strings attached. He has real bonds with very few people, and most of them have died or suffered greatly right in front of his eyes. He’s the anti-hero who doesn’t hesitate when it comes to killing or fighting, and he prefers sarcasm rather than actual conversation. He strives to be just like his father while knowing at the same time that his example is something he will never arrive to - pretty much like Hamlet, who knows he will never be like his father, but still sets off to get revenge for him. Hamlet’s father forces Hamlet, really, like John used to mentally abuse Dean - not exactly fathers of the year, both of them. But what I find really incredible about Dean is that he has the seeds to be the hero, the true hero, even more than Sam has. He has the heart of a hero, and not just of any hero, but of Achilles. Remember Achilles, who stepped away from the fighting when Agamemnon robbed him of his prize and his honor? He wasn’t going to come back and help the Greeks, if not for Patroclus’ death. Achilles was brought back by Patroclus’ death, a loss so devastating that wiped away all of Achilles’ rules and perceptions of pride in the «society of shame», as the critics call it. Achilles got revenge on Hector with such a force, and it’s what Dean does. Dean goes to the ends of the earth to get revenge or help or save the ones he loves most, not caring about himself, just like Achilles knew that killing Hector was only going to unleash his own death. In that, he’s very much the big noble hero.
Castiel is the most fascinating, even more than Dean. Castiel is the tragic hero, the doubtful hero. It reminds me very much of Antigone, from Sophocles’ tragedy. The tragic hero is the hero who makes a choice and sticks with it even when it brings his downfall and his destruction. Antigone died because she stood against her uncle Creon’s decision not to bury her brother Polyneices. She did the funeral rite herself, fully knowing that it was going to bring her severe punishment, but she simply couldn’t let her brother lay in the open ground. She made a decision and faced the consequences, just like Castiel did. Castiel chose to stay with Dean (and of course, Sam and Bobby and the humans), and accepted all the consequences that choice caused. He rebelled, fell, killed angels, became an outlaw. There’s another reason that makes me think of Castiel as the tragic hero, and that’s his blindness. Let me explain. During the civil war in Heaven, we viewers could clearly see that his plan was flawed and bound to fail, that his consorting with Crowley could have led to no good - Cas couldn’t. Isn’t that Oedipus? Oedipus who wants to know what happened in Thebes, just to find out that he killed his own father and had children with his mother? Once the tragic hero is set on a path, he goes on down that path, no matter how destructive, because he can’t see any other way. He always tried to do the right thing, but the road to hell is paved with good intentions. His hubris always drags him down, and he falls, endlessly. And lastly, the tragic hero is the one who, tragically, loves. Like Phaedra, bound to her doomed love for Hippolytus. Castiel’s love is is downfall.
I think you mean Castiel’s love FOR DEAN is his downfall. Aside from that typo, this is perfection.