Recap: Supernatural Episode 11, Appointment in Samarra

Back at Bobby’s in the garage, Bobby is tied to a chair, his breath stuttering and anxious, trying to get Sam to not do this…he’s been like a father to him. Sam’s like, uh, duh, that’s the whole point. Sam pulls Bobby’s head back, exposing his throat and we see that the chair is set in the middle of some kind of sigil. Sam rears back a wicked large knife and just before he plunges it down, Dean is there, grabbing his arm, and slamming his other fist into Sam’s face, knocking him out.

Good Lord. *catches breath* I didn’t think they’d go through with it, really, but do they always have to cut these things so damn close?

Aside—I wonder how Dean knew to find them in the garage? And I guess we’re to assume that Tessa zapped him home again.

They put Sam in the panic room and tie him to the bed. Dean is wrecked, his eyes just…. He’s this side of the expression he had the last time Sam was in the panic room and Dean found himself praying in the junkyard.

Dean: I can’t keep doing this, Bobby. What am I gonna do? Tie him up every time he tries to kill someone? That’s not going to hold him. I mean he’s—

Bobby: Capable of anything.

I heard in Dean’s voice and his words both how being around HollowSam was wearing him down to nothing and how scared he was about the prospect of this truly being the only Sam they had left.

Dean looks at Death’s ring and says rather forlornly, “What am I supposed to do?”

That question, from that character, does painful things to my heart.

Sam wakes up and looks out through the little window in the door to the panic room, catching Dean’s eye. They just stare at each other a moment, Dean’s eyes in shadow, Sam’s eyes cold. Dean shuts the door and goes upstairs….

…to find Death sitting at Bobby’s table eating a hotdog. He says he brought Dean one—from a vendor in L.A.. Grey’s Papaya, I wonder? Dean sits down, carefully—instinctively holding himself in check, away from the other man at the table. He looks…weary. Worn out.

Dean: What’s with you and cheap food?

Death: I could ask you the same thing. Thought I’d have a treat before I put the ring back on. Heavier than it looks, isn’t it? Sometimes you just want the thing off.

Made me think of the ring Frodo and Samwise carried to Mount Doom. The weight of it. What it did to them.

Dean: I know you know I flunked. By the way, I sucked being you. But I’m sure you know that, too.

Death: If you could go back, would you simply kill the girl? No mess, no stomping your feet?

Dean: Knowing what I know now, yeah.

Death: I’m surprised to hear that.

Dean: I would have saved that nurse.

Death: Today you got a look behind the curtain. Wrecking the natural order’s not so fun when you’ve got to mop up the mess, is it? You throw away your life because you’ve come to assume it will bounce right back. The human soul is not a rubber ball. It’s vulnerable, impermanent, and more valuable than you can imagine. I think you’ve learned something today.

I agree…although, I’m not yet sure what we learned from this. That Dean values life? We knew that. That Dean would risk everything for Sam? We knew that. Maybe what Death was saying is that Dean risked it this time forgetting that he might not make it back. I don’t think Dean takes for granted the value of Sam’s soul—I think he feels that value very strongly. I think he’s learned a little more about what a soul is (because that’s confusing as hell in this ‘verse). Maybe…maybe he’s seen the value of his own soul? *ponders*

Dean: I think you knew I wouldn’t last a day. I lost, fine. But at least have the balls to admit that it was rigged from the jump.

Shallow moment? I loved how his mouth looked when he said the word ‘jump.’

Death: Most people speak to me with more respect.

Dean pulled back in, his face registering a reminder of who it was he was talking to once more.

Death: I’m going to Hell to get your brother’s soul.

Dean (totally taken by surprise): Why would you do that for me?

Death: I’m not. You and your brother keep coming back. You’re an affront to the balance of the universe and you caused disturbance on a global scale.

Dean: I apologize for that.

His eyes flinch as he says that—intimidated, I think, but Death’s literal proximity to him and reliving the abbreviated journey of standing in the Horseman’s shoes.

Death: Right now, you’re digging for something, Intrepid Detective. I want you to keep digging, Dean.

Ooo! Nice way to remind us of the noir-effect of this season. Dean’s role as the detective, seeing this through his eyes, discovering the mystery via the vehicle of his experiences, which is what grabbed me at the onset of this season and what holds me still.

Dean: You just gonna be cryptic?

Death: It’s about the souls. You’ll understand when you need to.

Add “value of souls” to your book of “what’s facing them in the 2nd half of the season.” One thing, though…if they are an affront to the balance of the universe, wouldn’t it have just been better to kill them? Unless Death is returning Sam’s soul to incent Dean (specifically) to keep digging into what the value of souls have to do with all of this ruckus…. There is something that the universe has to gain by Dean being alive and Sam getting his soul back. I’m just not sure what…yet.

Dean: Is this wall thing with Sam really gonna work?

Death: Call it…75%.

Heh.

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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