Recap: Supernatural, Episode 7.19, Of Grave Importance

Later, the boys are putting supplies back in the trunk of the Primer Gray Mobile, Bobby standing nearby.

Bobby: I’ll miss her.

Boys: Me, too.

Bobby: You didn’t know her like I did.

Boys (sharing a look): *awkward*

Dean (taking out his flask): Here’s to Annie. She got the hunter’s funeral she wanted.

Bobby’s watching him and I couldn’t quite figure out his expression. I wondered if he might say something about him drinking from the flask. But he didn’t get a chance.

Dean (his voice going hard): Kinda like the one we thought we gave you.

Sam: Dean…

Dean (turning to Bobby, his back to Sam): What were you thinking, Bobby? You should be in Heaven right now, drinking beer at Harvelle’s. Not stuck—

Bobby: Stuck here with you? We still have work to do. I just thought that was kind of important, Dean.

Dean’s argument right then just had me hurting for him. He knew on so many levels why this was bad…just bad bad bad. And he wanted the reassurance that there was a chance of peace when he was done. That Bobby really was “in a better place.” Not stuck observing a life of never-ending struggle and weariness.

Dean: It’s not right; you know that.

Bobby (voice all pissy): Sorry. You’re right. What was I thinking?

He blinks out and Dean puts the flask in the trunk. They get in the car and are driving down the road, at dark.

Sam: What do you think we should do?

Dean: We did what we should do. Now…I don’t know.

I liked that he was open about his uncertainty. I like that he didn’t have a black and white answer because this wasn’t a black and white situation. This wasn’t just any ghost. This was Bobby.

Sam: Think it’s possible we could make it work somehow?

Aw, Sammy, there you go killing me with your hope again. *rubs heart* I so hope they give you something at the end of this story, kiddo. I hope they give you a reward for having hope.

Dean: I have no idea. Maybe. I’ve never heard of it. (glances askance at Sam) You know what I do know? It ain’t the natural order of things. Everything is supposed to end. He was supposed— (his voice catches and he pauses before making himself go on) Now…what are the odds this ends well? What are the odds?

If anyone knows about the natural order of things, it’s Dean. Not even taking into account the fact that he lost his dad to a crossroads deal to save his life, or the price he paid in Hell for making a deal for Sam’s life…he had to spend a day as Death – again as part of a deal for Sam’s life. But during that time, the fact that things end, that there’s a natural order of things, was driven home in a very real, visceral way. A way that no one else could really understand because…well, they hadn’t had to do that. They hadn’t been through what he’d been through.

I heard in his words a need for death to have dominion once more – and through that, life to have more meaning. If there’s no end, it’s hard to take pleasure in the fleeting beauty of life. If you just go on, or are brought back time and again, then what does it all matter? If there’s no peace at the end, no reward of an end to all of this fighting and pain and struggling and need and hope and fear, then why fight at all?

I think it’s more than just Dean worrying about what are they going to do about Bobby being a ghost and can they make it work in a sort of a Being Human twist. I think it’s more than fear that Bobby will turn vengeful. I think it’s Dean getting something he thought he wanted – seeing Bobby again – and realizing that it wasn’t really what he wanted after all. Sam had been right – he’d just really missed Bobby, which was real, and right, and natural. But now he sees that it’s not over for Bobby and that’s just another weight on Dean, added to the burden he already bears.

Bobby listens to their conversation from the backseat and just looks lost and lonely and heartbroken.

And I know that it’s going to sound heartless of me, but I like the spot they’re in because story-wise, they could go so many different directions from here and they’ve given our boys both a moral and emotional dilemma to deal with at a moment when they’re finally back on a level playing ground (or as level as they can ever get) with Sam’s soul no longer broken.

I think the next four episodes could be really good.

Speaking of, though, I have to forewarn you – I’m going to be late with next week’s Ramble. The hubs and I are taking Mo Chuisle to Disneyworld and I won’t be able to watch episode 7.20 until Wednesday, May 2nd. I’ll still write up a Ramble for it, but since it will be basically two days before 7.21 airs, it’ll probably be a shorter one.

I’d still love for you to come back and read and share your thoughts with me, though. Without saying too much, the previews make it look like we might be revving up for a show down.

Good news is that I will be on time for the final three of the season. So, Yay! Anyone hear if we’ve been renewed for a season 8 yet?

Thanks for reading!

Slainte.

Gaelicspirit

Gaelicspirit is a storyteller. She is a recent addition to Whedonverse Network, but has been writing and posting recap/reviews of Supernatural on LiveJournal since 2007. She works as a freelance writer and consultant in the real world, and is ever-connected to the six-degrees of Joss Whedon.

Gaelicspirit

Gaelicspirit is a storyteller. She is a recent addition to Whedonverse Network, but has been writing and posting recap/reviews of Supernatural on LiveJournal since 2007. She works as a freelance writer and consultant in the real world, and is ever-connected to the six-degrees of Joss Whedon.

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