Back at the motel, they’re stiff and sore, dropping their bags, rubbing their necks. Incidentally, the metal divider thingy has basketballs and racing tires. ‘Cause, y’know, it’s Indiana. *laughs* Hey, I was a Hoosier for 25 years.
Dean opens a flask and takes a drink, Sam shaking his head.
Dean: Gimme a break. Been a long day.
A voice from the back of the room, behind the door, says it’s not over yet, and out steps the Levi Hitman. Dean turns with his gun in his hand like it’s been there the whole time, a look of dead determination on his face.
Sam: Do we know you?
Hitman: I know you. You’re the dead guys. Well…you will be.
Dean shoots the Hitman and he bleeds black – their first clue that he’s a Leviathan. The Hitman slugs Dean, hard, and starts to choke Sam, but then he gets all…sparky and drops Sam to the ground. Suddenly, Don is standing in the doorway.
Dean pulls himself up, thanking Don. Don wants to know who/what the Levi is and Dean’s like “it’s on our ‘to-do’ list.” Don tells them to drop the Levi in a bottomless pit because the spell only lasts a few days. Really? He see through brick walls enough to decap Maggie’s assistant, but he can’t zap a baddie with a spell that lasts longer than a few days? I know, I know. Picky, picky.
Sam: What are you doing here?
Don: Saving your lives. Twice.
He pulls coins from under their bed. That Maggie gets around. They tried to kill her, so…there you go. Don smiles at them, reminds them about the bottomless pit, then leaves. The boys wrap chains around the Levi and put him in the back seat. Dean’s on the phone with Bobby asking about a place to put him. So, I guess now they could potentially have a tactical advantage to get to how to hurt the Levi’s…without using Very Powerful Witches.
Standing on either side of the car, looking at each other over the hood of the car. They’re bruised, worn out, and it shows.
Sam: Were you listening to the Starks tonight?
Dean: A little. When I wasn’t getting slammed into a wall or stung by a bee.
Sam: You notice how they opened up, got everything off their chest?
Dean: Kudos on selling them that crap.
Sam: It wasn’t crap.
Dean: Sam I am so very very very very very very tired.
He looks it, too, man. He looks barely on his feet tired.
Sam: Like it or not, the stuff you don’t talk about doesn’t just go away. It builds up. Like whatever is eating at you right now.
Dean: There’s always something eating at me. It’s who I am. Something happens, I feel responsible.
It’s both the truth and an avoidance.
Sam: I’m talking about whatever you’re not telling me about! Look, Dean, it’s fine. You can unload. That’s kinda what I’m here for.
Dean just looks at him. His face is closed. His eyes are alive with all his nightmares, with his thoughts of Sam losing it, with the fear of all that’s transpired over the last year and a half.
Sam: I mean…we’re good, right?
Dean: We’re good.
Dean gets in and Sam follows, helpless to do anything else. They drive away. So…nothing has changed, and everything is different. Just like before. *ponders*
Previews for next week look like the Leviathan threat is amping up in a really problematic way. Not sure how they’re going to get out of that one.
Thanks for waiting, reading, and if you are so inclined, commenting. Because I’m posting this so late, I may not be able to reply to all comments before next Friday’s episode, but I do thank you for taking the time. You guys always notice so much and your thoughts are inspiring and compelling. Plus, you give me the freedom to think through things a bit more as I only watch these once.
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