frankly, fuck the writers. fuck the lip service they give to recovery, self worth, found family, all the good things they shove aside gleefully for more violence, more and more and more, violence as plot, violence as meaning. men hitting men, hitting them so hard, over and over: strangers, victims, villains, friends. dead women and violent, angry, out of control men. fuck these writers. they are a room of john winchesters molding this show into the most boring, aggressive, stunted version of itself. fuck this incomprehensible season and most of all, fuck me for caring so much