Recap: Supernatural S7 Finale, “Survival of the Fittest”

Dean (voice tripping over itself at first): If…the angels are dead, where’s Kevin?

Cas (totally random): I could steal them from their cages, the monkeys. Of course where would I put them all….

Dean claps his hands to get Cas’ attention and demand that he focus – he needs to know if Kevin’s alive.

Cas (drawing back and looking like a beaten child): I don’t want to fight.

Dean: I’m not…! (pause, breathes, gathers himself, softens his voice) We’re worried.

Cas: They took him. He’s alive. I felt such responsibility. But it’s in your hands now….

Dean: Hold on –

Cas: …I feel much better.

Meg, who has been watching this whole exchange with moderate interest, suddenly notices all the demon-summoning stuff and is like, uh, what’s this?

Sam (almost distractedly): We called Crowley.

Meg (about swallowing her tongue): What?!

Dean: He stood us up.

Meg: Sorry about that, but I’m Audi. He could still—

*poof!* Crowley: –show up at any time.

Meg = *gulp*

Cas = *yipe*

I knew Meg would be in trouble, but it wasn’t until Crowley caught sight of Cas that I remembered that Cas would also be in trouble. For a few minutes, there was palpable tension in this scene and I was reminded that two very human guys were in the room with two demons and an angel and if any one of them decided they were tired of playing nice, they could turn that cabin and the human inhabitants into a smudge.

Crowley: Sorry I’m late. This is an embarrassment of riches.

So, Meg tries to run, but Crowley blocks her escape and tells her not to smoke out because he’s got eyes everywhere.

Cas: Leave her be.

Crowley (to Cas): When last we spoke, you enslaved me. I’m confused. Why aren’t you dead?

Cas: I don’t…know.

Crowley: Do you want to be? ‘Cause I can help with that—

Dean: All right. Enough.

Loved how he stepped in there. No matter his confusion about how he feels about his friend, Cas is still his friend. It’s like how you can call your sibling names but the minute a non-family member does, they’re going down.

Crowley: It’s enough when I say. I came here to help you and I find you’ve been lying to me. (Insert Dean whole-body-eye-roll here.) Harboring an angel. And not just any angel – the one I most want to crush between my teeth.

Meg (Eyebrow of Skepticism arched): Oh, so you can crush angels, now, huh?

Crowley (glancing back at her): You bore me. You have no sense of poetry. (to Cas) What do you have to say for yourself?

Cas: I’m still…honing my communication strategy. (Insert Sam oh-god-here-we-go face here.) I haven’t even been back to Heaven. I keep thinking there are no insects up there….

Crowley looks at Dean incredulously who kinda eye-shrugs like, yep, you heard him right. Insects. While Cas is still rattling on about insects making miracles, Crowley stares at Cas like, What. The actual. Hell. Then blurts out, “What are you talking about?”

Cas (in an isn’t it obvious tone): Um…preferring insects to angels.

He walks over and gives Crowley a bag of honey he collected himself. If there weren’t such dire circumstances surrounding them, and if Cas wasn’t really broken, this whole scene would have been rather funny just because of Crowley’s disbelief that it was actually happening. Crowley looks at Dean and Dean gives him a humorless half-smile. Meg just looks sad.

Crowley (to Cas): You’re off your rocker. (Picks up a shot of whiskey that was sitting on the table) Karma’s a bitch ain’t it?

Dean: Look, did you come here to donkey-punch your old grudges or to help us end Dick? Pick a battle.

Crowley: I’m vexed. I’d like to do both, but where’s the fun in clobbering a ball of wet fur?

Y’know, if Cas weren’t seriously broken, that would be a pretty damn good ploy for throwing suspicion off of him.

Crowley: Text me when Sparkles retrieves his marbles. Meanwhile, a prezzie.

He pulls out a vial of blood and Sam’s Spidey sense starts to tingle.

Sam: Really? Just boxed up, ready to go?

Crowley: I’m a model of efficiency.

Sam: Is that right? Then why were you late?

So, Crowley tells them that Dick trapped him and knows what they’re after and wanted to make a deal and then he tells them that the deal was for him to deliver regular demon blood to them, but that the stuff in the vial is really his blood.

Dean: Why should we trust you?

Me: YOU SHOULDN’T! EVER EVER EVER!!

Crowley: Good God, don’t. Never trust anyone. (to Cas) A little lesson I learned from my last business partner.

Me: Yeah, listen to him—oh, wait.

Dean: All right. Give us the blood.

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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