SUPERNATURAL Review

During the period of writing of this updated review, both brothers happen to be Searching demons, devils and all way of preternatural beasties for a strong Supernatural tv show---a near eternity in television terms. Because in this CW world, devils will always lurk behind every bush, more worlds and ruin constantly be looking to corrupt more souls and only make everything a living hell that is literal.

That is where Dean and Sam fit in. They are seemingly the sole two humanoids standing between Earth and also the igneous circles of Hades. So the angels do not have to sully themselves, they are practically like the human hit men in paradise, coping with the muck and grime of terra firma. It ultimately does not help much, though. Sure, God's minions are usually the good guys. But occasionally we see signs that individuals who live in the divine world are equally as small and duplicitous as the people down here, prone to rage and envy rather than above activating the occasional celestial civil war.

And Sam and Dean (using every last touch of the knowledge they gleaned from modeling school) occasionally have to give these almighty beings a bit of a talking to. You know, to straighten out their precedence. Not that Sam and Dean are themselves with problems of morality or peacefulness. Their language is scarcely ever kept by them in check, plus they occasionally one or the other of them gets right into a scenario that is sexual. Blood spatters like rain in Seattle. Heads roll like bowling balls on the PBA tour. While the show is self aware and campy enough to make all of the blood feel a bit less ... bloody, it's still there, in greater amounts than you'd see in a shocking old Hammer horror movie.