There’s barely a second to breathe between the end of Season 10 and the start of Season 11.
The latter takes us right back into the Darkness, which turns out to be a woman named Amara (Emily Swallow).
Going by Supernatural’s usual standards for overarching plotlines (post-Season 3, at least), the Darkness is pretty average. An intimate quasi-relationship between Dean (Jensen Ackles) and Amara keeps things weird and interesting, but the story isn’t quite complex or suspenseful enough to match up to some of the previous seasons.
Likewise, Amara is sinister as the Big Bad at times, but she’s not as memorable as the likes of Azazel, Lilith or Lucifer. She’s about as interesting as Abaddon and Dick Roman. Remember him? Yeah.
However, when we step away from the overarching sagas and get back to the crack episodes and the weeks where Sam (Jared Padalecki) and Dean are just driving around together solving mysteries, Supernatural is as good as it ever was.
Season 11 brought us a handful of gems, including ‘Plush’, in which people are murdered by people dressed in mascot costumes that won’t come off, and ‘Just My Imagination’, which starts with a little girl being traumatised for life when she discovers the slaughtered, glitter-covered corpse of her imaginary friend, Sparkle the Unicorn Man.
As far as Season 11 (and Ten, Nine, Eight and Seven) is concerned, you have to wade through the swamp to get to the treasure chest. Sometimes it’s worth it, and sometimes it’s not. It’s all dependent on what you’re still watching the show for.
It turns out that it’s possible to both want Supernatural to just hurry up and end already, and also be the sort of fan who still gets a bit teary-eyed when ‘Carry On Wayward Son’ starts to play at the beginning of every season finale. Basically, we just want it to get really good again and then continue forever. We might like to talk shit about it, but we’ll miss it when it finally calls it a day, whenever that may be.