Tracking Sam on his GPS, Dean mutters, "This can't be good." He enters the warehouse. "Oh, look, another me," FD tells Sam. Real Dean enters; Sam points the gun at him. "Whoa, whoa whoa!" says RD. "I thought I was with you, Dean," says Sam, near tears. "OK," says RD, "well here I am." Exchanging glances with Lucifer, Sam shakily says, "I can't know that for sure. You understand me?" "OK, we're gonna have to start small," says RD. "I don't remember driving here," says Sam. "That's because I drove--you thought," says Lucifer, cupping his hand to say, "Sam is very suggestible". Sam fires at Lucifer. "Whoa whoa whoa!" cries RD, "Sam, this discussion does not require a weapons discharge!" Sam is terrified. "Look at me," urges RD, "you don't know what's real? I've been to hell. I know a thing or two about torture, enough to know that it feels different, and the pain of this regular, stupid crappy THIS. . ." "How can you know that for sure?" demands Sam. "Let me see your hand," asks RD, "your gimp hand, lemmee see it." "Smell you Florence Nightingale," teases Lucifer. RD grabs Sam's injured hand. "This is real," he says, "not a year ago, not in hell, "Now--I was with you when you cut it, I sewed it up. Look! He presses his thumb against the wound, making Sam hiss with pain, which also makes Lucifer flicker like a faulty light bulb for a few seconds. "We've done a lot more with pain," brags Lucifer. "This is different than the crap that's tearin' at your walnut, right?" says RD, pressing harder, tighter against Sam's injured hand while maintaining determined eye contact, "I'M different, right?" Sam snatches his hand away from his brother. "Yeah I think so," says Sam breathlessly. "Ya sure about that, bunk-buddy?" asks Lucifer. "Sam?" says RD--"Sam?" Sam presses into his own hand with his thumb, causing Lucifer to flicker. "It doesn't mean anything," insists Luci. "Hey!" says RD--"I am your flesh and blood brother, okay, I am the only one who can legitimately kick your ass in real time. You got away. We got you out, Sammy." "Sammy, Sammy," says Lucifer desperately as Sam presses hard against his wound, "I'm the only one who can. . ." "Believe in that," insists RD as Lucifer winks out, "believe me--you better make it Stone Number One and build on it, you understand?" Sam nods. "Yeah, yeah, okay," he says. (Ed. note: This would have been the perfect place for a hug, but Sam's phone rang, damn it.) It's Bobby, reporting from his car that the hospital thing is definitely their kind of thing. "Double-barreled one of 'em in the morgue--silver buckshot, no effect," reports Bobby, "bled black ooze." "Leviathan here," says Sam, looking at Dean. Bobby says to meet him at his house; they'll re-group. "Bobby's got a live one," says Sam.
Driving back in the Impala, Sam assures his brother he's good: "No white rabbits, I'm not seeing anything." "Okay, baby steps," says Dean.
When they pull up in front of Singer Salvage, there's been a ferocious fire, and Bobby's nowhere to be seen.
The brothers frantically search the wreckage. Dean finds Bobby's destroyed hunter's journal. "That place was torched; somebody knew what they were doin'," says Dean. He calls Bobby's special number. The message: "This is Bobby Singer's direct hotline, you should not have this number." "You cannot be in that crater back there," says Dean as the phone rings, and he leaves a message: "I can't. . .if you're gone. I swear, I'm going to strap my Beautiful Mind brother into the car and drive us into the pier. You asked me how I was doin'. Well not good! You said you'd be here. Where are you?" He hangs up.
Sam walks the yard, calling Bobby's name. Dean adds his voice. Amongst the wrecked cars, Sam runs into Edgar. "Winchester," the man says, "congratulations, apparently you two are competent enough to be worth annihilating. I'd take it as a compliment." From the side, Dean shoots him in the head. Edgar falls, but immediately stands up again and attacks Dean, beating him badly before Sam intervenes and Edgar hits him hard on the head with a tool. The brothers maneuver Edgar into position where they drop a car on top of him; black blood oozes out around his exposed hand, gross and satisfying.
Dean, worried, crawls over to his unconscious brother. "Sam, Sammy, I'm the one with the broken leg, you've gotta carry me! Sam!" He reaches into his pocket for his cell phone and dials 911.
In the ambulance, Dean begs, "Sam, stay with me, y'hear? The ambulance tech ticks off Sam's condition to the hospital: "Male, late 20's, head trauma, increasing inter-cranial pressure." Sam opens his eyes and sees Lucifer, who says, "Hey, so maybe I'm not real. Nothing's perfect, but I'm not going anywhere, Sam." To Dean's horror, Sam goes into convulsions. "Yeah, he's seizing," says the ambulance tech, "copy that, we're just pulling into Sioux Falls." "Sioux Falls General?" repeats Dean, panicking--"no, no, no, no, no, you gotta take us somewhere else, anywhere, please!" "Yeah, okay, buddy," agrees the tech, humoring him, putting something into his IV to knock him out.
Back at Singer's Salvage, the black blood is retreating back into Edgar, and the still fingers flutter back to life.
Comments: I love Sheriff Mills and hope she and Bobby get together someday for marriage and babies. They both know what's really out there, they're no-nonsense people and if he can't have Ellen, I want him to have Jody. They lost their loved ones to the supernatural, and could be a cool hunting pair, too, if they choose. When she orders him to come save her before she is eaten, I wanted to hug the two of them and die laughing.
I love the way Dean got through to Sam, although it broke my heart that it had to be so painful and violent. Then again, torture and pain are Luci's weapons of choice, too, right? The devil even says so. I kept begging Sam to realize that Dean wouldn't be so cruel to him, wouldn't say so many mean things, and I was hoping that he would realize that was Luci with him, not Dean. I'm hoping that, over time, he will learn to tell the difference between Luci posing as his brother and his real brother.
Do you think the Leviathan faces are scary or kind of silly?
Do you think we will ever see Cas again? It seems they fixed it so anyone can be a Leviathan. Do you think Cas will just appear as â€œThe Bossâ€?
How did you feel when Dean fished Cas' trenchcoat out of the water? Did it make you feel like it was a sort of burial for Cas?
What did you think of the humor in this ep, like the Dr. Sexy references and Mrs. Hackett's story about doctors who don't know the difference between an appendix and a vagina? I love the continuity and how they again mention Biggerson's. Wonder how many free meals Sam and Dean collected there.
"I can't. . .if you're gone. I swear, I'm going to strap my Beautiful Mind brother into the car and drive us into the pier." This line choked me up. What about you?
Are we going to see Bobby again? What about Cas?
Now That Lucifer has vowed to keep torturing Sam, what are the chances of his survival, mentally or physically? I sure hope Dean doesn't think he's won the war for Sam.
I give this ep an 8 out of 10. I thought it was pretty damn good.