Sam takes the glass of blood and they boys turn to go.
Alpha: What, no thank you? Oh, right, right. Your flesh is crawling. All you really want to do is kill me now. You hate having to wait and come back and try again.
Dean: Pretty much. (pause) I wouldn’t leave that head near that body for too long.
Alpha: See you next season.
Dean: Looking forward to it.
Me: HA! YAY! *laugh* Love it.
Maybe I’ll get part of my wish for S8 after all….
Boys are back at the motel, heading toward their room, looking beat and exhausted.
Dean: Let’s never to that again. Cops thought we took that kid.
Sam: Long as he gets back to his folks, I don’t care what they thought.
Dean (whining slightly): We had to jump out a freakin’ window, man.
They pause, realizing the door to their room is open. Dean drops the duffel and they pull their guns in a single, fluid, totally in-sync motion. *toe curl* They burst into the room, see that it’s wrecked, and Dean sees the broken mirror. He calls out for Bobby, but then Sam draws his attention to the open safe and says he’s gone.
Sam moves around the room with the EMF meter, but says it’s fading fast and surmises that Bobby’s been gone several hours.
Sam: If he’s got the flask…how are we supposed to track him? I hate to say this—
Dean: Well, then don’t. He’s gone. (He sinks down to sit on the edge of the dresser, his shoulders bowing, his eyes downcast.) How could he do this? Now? We’ve got half the weapons. We’re almost there….
Sam: It’s not him. He’s not thinking.
Dean (glancing over, eyes looking battered): So, what? We just keep going when he’s out there like this?
Sam: Do we have another option?
An expression crosses Dean’s face as he looks at Sam that actually sent a quick, sharp pang through my heart. It was pain and sorrow and regret and resignation and despair.
Sam: It’s what he wants us to do, right?
Dean (sighing, then getting up to walk past Sam to the bed, carrying the duffel): Yeah. Yeah, him and Frank and Cas – if his marble’s worth the bag.
Sam watches his brother, his face tight and sad. Sarcasm infuses Dean’s voice.
Dean: Good thing we’ve got Crowley in our corner, right? Seeing as how it all comes down to him.
He turns to look at Sam and his face is like stone.
Dean: What could possibly go wrong?
And then we see Dick doing the demon summoning trick, calling Crowley to him…who is then immediately stuck beneath a Devil’s Trap. Dick says they need to talk and a smarmy smile spreads across his face. Blargh.
Next week’s finale appears to be a take out Roman or die trying edict and I’m on board with that, man. I will only say one thing about the quick flash of previews I saw: it’s about friggin’ time!!!
Thanks for reading, and if you are inclined to share your thoughts about the episode or the ramble, I very much look forward to them.
See you next week for the S7 finale! Here’s hoping it doesn’t leave a big, gaping hole in my heart like S1…and S3…and S5…. Uh-oh. I’m seeing a pattern of odd-numbered seasons. *gulp*
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