100! 100 episodes! Now I could get all nostalgic and say I've been there every Thursday (or Tuesday in early season one), but honestly, the first live episode I saw was "Fresh Blood," which was episode 51. I'll tell ya though, it's been an amazing and gut wrenching 49 live episodes for me! Like this one. I'm taking on the impossible challenge of trying to recap it and not lose my emotional stability. Let's see if it works.
First scene and its Zachariah's time in the spotlight. In other words, he's going to be a total dick. This scene BTW has Ben Edlund's influence all over it. So either Jeremy Carver was doing his best Ben Edlund impersonation or the two wrote this scene together. Maybe someday I'll find out. I'm hoping this will be an episode with audio commentary on the DVD. Which is available for presale BTW. Check out the link for it on the site.
A middle aged man is feeding money into an old-jukebox, 1970's variety. It looks like one where it's playing actual albums as opposed to the retro looking ones playing CDs. The music comes on and thanks to supernaturalwiki.com for letting me know that it's Kay Starr â€“ "The Man Upstairs." The man sits next to Zachariah at a bar, whose downing a whiskey and speculates Zachariah has gotten a pink slip. Zack confirms this, even though his situation is kind of twisted. "It takes one to know one," the man says. You know, they're not pink slips anymore. They're cruel meetings planned by HR on Tuesdays, usually in the afternoon after you've gotten in a full day of unsuspecting work. Then you're handed a folder with severance papers and a "don't let the door hit you," attitude. Pink slips used to be far more humane. Sorry, am I projecting much?
"Outsourcing," the man says. Yep, I've lost at least four jobs that way. "What's your crime against humanity?" He asks. Oh, let's see, he wants to torch half the planet and is harassing two young brothers with fear and pain, not to mention possessing some poor bastard. It's still not enough to get fired in most state jobs though. Zachariah is bitter. "Deal of the millennium. Couldn't get the one simple yes I needed. Gotta nail that bottom line, right?" Ha, that's Dean Winchester for you.
You know, I get exactly what Zack is saying, but I'm not feeling one ounce of sympathy. Not one. I can't elaborate much on that because kitty is walking all over the keyboard. I'm working downstairs to avoid the clingy dog, but now the cat has ideas. Sorry, recap (must focus, must focus). "They're not down on the ground in the mud, nose to nose with you pig filthy humans, am I right?" The man catches that. "Filthy what?" Zack goes on, whining about personal loyalty. I won't comment on that, because even though the observation is absurd coming from an angel in his position, he is right there.
"How long have I worked for these guys, five millennia, maybe six?" The other guy says it seems like it. I'll say! My jobs are usually six months long and they feel like ten years. Zack orders them both another round and introduces himself to the man in cordial fashion. The other man is Stuart. That's a strange show of friendliness. He asks Stuart what's next but before he can get a good answer out the bar starts shaking earthquake like and that loud angel noise happens. Stuart is freaking out, but Zack calmly says it's his boss. The sound becomes too deafening for Stuart and the bartender and all the glass around starts breaking as the white light appears. Stuart and bartender run around screaming, but Zack calmly finishes his drink.
Zack goes under the white light challenging whoever to get it over with. In the meantime Stuart's eyes burn out as does the bartenders. They go down for the count. How lovely. Zack waits for his punishment and then finds out in a one sided conversation to us he's getting a second chance. He's happy, promising he won't regret it. He thanks whoever and the grating sound and white light disappear, but it's pretty much too late for poor Stuart. Zack sighs with happiness, pulls the broken shard of glass out of his drink and finishes it. He taps a melted Stuart and announces he's back in business. This warrants a chorus of "When the Saints Go Marching In." Yep, definitely a Ben Edlund inspired opener.
Blood, water, and man what are we in for?
As this show is so good at, the gears shift fast. Cue the solemn music and one depressed Dean Winchester alone in a motel room. It's a slow, heart breaking sharing of events without words. He opens his bottle of Johnnie Walker and chugs from the bottle, then packs his beloved old and worn Dad leather jacket in a cardboard box, twirls the Impala keys in his fingers before throwing those in, and then writes the farewell note. Some really smart fans have been piecing together what could be read from this note on supernaturalwiki.com and it looks like the first paragraph is for Castiel, the second for Bobby, and the third for Sam. The words can't be made out enough to get what he's saying in full, but its goodbye. Also judging by the stationery, he's still in Cicero, Indiana.
Dean drinks more, somberly looks at himself in the mirror, and then throws his gun into the box. Our postal worker writer Robin here has already confirmed you can't mail firearms. Chances are the box would have never made it to Bobby's house. Dean throws in the letter, tapes up the box and writes Robert Singer on the front, probably because he's the only one with an address. He pours another drink and we get the see the motel card for this week. He's at Mike's Travel Inn. What happened to the Cicero Pines? That was one of the best motel rooms in the entire series.
In a really cool shot, the camera moves up from Dean's drink to the mirror and boom, Sam is there. Awesome! He knows how to track his brother too! "Sending someone a candy-gram?" Sam is looking pretty drained. Dean whips around and is really shocked to see Sam. There you go underestimating your little brother again Dean. It should also be noted that the number 100 is on the door. Great touch! Dean wants to know how Sam found him. "You're going to kill yourself, right? It's not too hard to figure out the stops on the farewell tour. How's Lisa doing anyways?" Dean denies that he's going to kill himself and it seems Sam is getting the best lines in this conversation. "No? So Michael's not about to make you his Muppet?" Gotta love the pop culture references from my twisted generation.
Dean doesn't answer, confirming that to be a yes. I love Sam's delivery here. He's drained, tired, complacent, but we can tell how hurt he is too. "What the Hell man? This is how it end, you just walk out?" "Yeah, I guess," Dean says, pouring another drink. "How could you do that?" Sam asks and oh yeah, he's hurt. Dean doesn't appreciate the tone, throwing it back at Sam that all he's ever done is run away. Sam admits he was wrong, every single time. Sam goes into pleading mode, breaking out the waving hands of rationality. He begs him not now. Bobby is working on something.