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Dean Winchester's Philosophy of Channel Surfing
There's one movie Dean Winchester will always stop at when he's channel surfing and finds it. Beginning when he was seven or eight, he's embraced Conan the Barbarian as his movie. "What doesn't kill us makes us stronger" says the very first screen. Yeah, later he heard that some guy named Nietzche was the one who wrote it down, but in his heart, Dean long ago decided Arnold was right.
That philosophy made it just a little easier to take when Dad was pushing him to train, when he was up against something that wanted to devour him, when the whole world was breathing down his neck. He'd bitch---that was only natural---but mostly, it was just, suck it up, it won't kill you. Look at Conan---his whole family was butchered right in front of him when he was a kid, and he grew up to kick ass and take names. It's a good prescedent, right? Dean has the remote in his hand and a smile on his face.
Sam doesn't get it, doesn't understand why he loves this particular movie---even more than the Terminator flicks, and those are freaking awesome---but then, Sam may have even read Nietzsche, but he'll never comprehend his brother's attitude about that quote. After all, he was the younger brother. He wasn't the one Dad turned to for help with all the disagreeable stuff---burning bodies, digging up graves, killing creatures---Sam didn't get exposed to a lot of that until he was years older than Dean had been when he started doing it. Maybe that explains why he likes all that Hallmark crap with plots and drama and emo, for crying out loud...Dean shakes his head and licks his lips at the fastastic blonde valkyrie Conan is doing. No accounting for taste...
"Ah, come on, Dean! Not Conan again!" groans Sam from the other bed. "Would it kill you to watch something else?"