Open Supernatural Couch â€“ Let it Bleed (Season 6 Finale, Part I)
The Dark Night of the Soul
The Dark Night of the Soul
We are the pilgrims, Master: We shall go
Always a little further. It may be
Beyond that last blue mountain barred with snow
Across that angry or that glimmering sea,
White on a throne, or guarded in a cave
There lives a prophet who can understand
Why men are bornâ€¦
- James Elroy Flecker
My thoughts are finally beginning to settle down, after this two hour finale of my favourite show. It was not surprising to me that I seemed to be bereft of words or coherent thoughts, since this show has been known to do that. To many of you, kind readers. To me. This show did this one small thing, again: it touched my soul.
It seems to be unimportant a thing, to have your soul touched. But itâ€™s not. My soul is not an innocent one. It has been scarred by several moments in my life that caused me great pain and made me learn at what cost survival sometimes comes. There are many souls like that among us. Souls that have been burnt, souls that remember struggle and agony, and some that barely remember affection. Those of the brothers we love are such souls, and their loved ones, like Bobby, live in that neighbourhood, too.
With being so utterly affected, all I was capable of â€“ at first â€“ was be silent, with a brain turned to stone I felt like sinking into an abyss where my spirit seemed to lose itself for a whileâ€¦ But this was and is also a magic momentâ€¦ involving great emotional turmoil and passionate enthusiasm. And so I am facing, with a glass of red Boutari wine, these episodes again, trying to put to words what goes on in my mind â€“ and soulâ€¦
With the promo trailers of these episodes in mind and the recap, I thought I knew what was coming. Well, how wrong I wasâ€¦ I wasnâ€™t prepared enough. But thankfully the story of Lovecraft did a lot to take me well into the tale hereâ€¦
In his Rhode Island home, Howard Phillips Lovecraft is typing, fervently, to finish his story. It is going to be his last one. He is nervous, agitated, every loud noise makes him jump. He has reason to be uneasy â€“ as we will learn later he opened the door to another dimension, unaware that his revolver will not kill the thing coming for him.
We are not to dwell upon this writerâ€™s death, as we are catapulted back to Bobbyâ€™s place where the Winchester clan are going through various Campbell journals, when Bobby finds that Castiel did â€˜not only stop by to mend fencesâ€™ â€“ he also took a journal of one Moishe Campbell, â€˜of the New York Campbellsâ€™, ha, so there were also some Jewish hunters? (And suddenly a hilarious scene from Love at First Bite springs to my mind in which shrink and vampire hunter Van Helsing tries to ward off Dracula with a Star of Davidâ€¦ well, we donâ€™t learn, unfortunately, if the New York Campbells ever made that mistake.)
However, Bobby, you wonderful sleuth and paranoid bastard (love that line!), made a copy of the now stolen journal. And in it our guys find that Moishe went to talk to Howard Phillips Lovecraft about events happening on March 10th, five days prior to the latterâ€™s death.
Ha, this is one of the endearing scenes of this episode â€“ Sam getting enthusiastically interested in H.P. Lovecraft, Dean being utterly confused, first because of the New York Campbells and now about the unknown horror writer. Well, multi-tasking was not a forte of young Dean who was busy having sex with womenâ€¦ I do miss the cocky, flirting Dean. I do. There is a hint left of the guy.
So Bobby describes one current of Lovecraftâ€™s work. Moishe believed that the author did engage in serious business there, and â€“ who knows â€“ perhaps they performed some kind of ritual together, since on the same day, Lovecraft was delivered to the Providence Jane Brown Memorial hospital where he died of intestinal cancer five days later (Iâ€™m sensing some evil angel might have given him cancer, final stage?) â€“ okay, thatâ€™s the historical fact. In our story here, Lovecraft gets chopped up by a monster. Well, cancer is something like that, too â€“ it eats up your body, only much, much slowerâ€¦ That must have been some dinner party on March 10thâ€¦ some kind of ritual going on with his six guests, actually co-worshippers of a black magic cult, as Bobby will learn later from his Lovecraft â€˜expertâ€™.
I believe the brothers would like to delve into the lore behind Lovecraft, but a distressed call from Ben opens old wounds and new fears. The boy is reading Lovecraftâ€™s Cthulhu myths, when two demons burst in and kill Matt, Lisaâ€™s new boyfriend (again I love it how the show plays against clichÃ© and brings another mixed-racial love story). So Ben calls Dean â€“ the first thing that springs to his mind, obviously. He never deleted Deanâ€™s phone number.
In an instant, Dean is back to protector mode, checking â€˜did you see their eyes? Teeth?â€™ to find out at least something to help Ben before he can actually get to the perturbed boy. But â€“ he canâ€™t help him. He knows he canâ€™t, not from here, not at this moment. And he doesnâ€™t have an angel at his side to zap him there in a heartbeat. Perhaps all of this might be dawning on Dean, as Bobby and Sam watch astounded and worried while Dean asks Ben to jump, even at the chance of breaking bones. â€˜The bones you break wonâ€™t compare to what theyâ€™ll do to you. Youâ€™ve got to jump.â€™
â€˜I wonâ€™t hurt them, provided you and Jolly Green stand down.â€™
Too late, though. Ben is as gutsy a kid as they come and prepares to get out of the window, but the demons get a hold of him. And Crowley installs the worst possible fears in Deanâ€™s mind. This is what Dean was afraid of from the moment he found a home at Lisaâ€™s place. Staying with them, he had been able to salt all possible entrances, keep holy water and weapons at striking length, but nowâ€¦ now he was many miles away, blackmailed by their demonic enemy and deserted by their heavenly ally.
This threat ambushed the unsuspecting Dean viciously, violently, much like love does sometimes. And his love for the boy and his mother toss him on a possible kamikaze run. He needs to save them. â€˜You gotta be nuts if you think Iâ€™m gonna let you do this alone!â€™ Sam throws back at Dean who wants to go off by himself. The door to the skyscraper of guilt in Deanâ€™s soul has been ripped open, again, and â€“ man of honour that he is â€“ he considers it his duty (and deepest need) to go and save them. Alone. He considers it to be his mistake and his fault. Thatâ€™s just how the elder Winchester ticks when it comes to people dear to his heart.
With Bobby staying on the Lovecraft case, Sam and Dean summon Balthazar who appears â€“ leaving his seductive scene of drinking a 75â€™ Dom PÃ©rignon out of a (I assume) stunning womanâ€™s navel. And, well, too me it seemed that this angel was not entirely filled in on Castielâ€™s plans, but â€“ for loyalty and embarrassment reasons â€“ he admitted to know all of Castielâ€™s little games. I didnâ€™t buy it, though. Balthazar has, for a while now, appeared to be not entirely attuned to Casâ€™ machinations. And Dean, wonderfully, pushes the right buttons â€“ simply because this angel has his doubts and there is still some decency left in him. Angels are supposed to help the innocentâ€¦ or at least were, in earlier and perhaps clearer times. And he will. Just not immediately.
In the meantime, Bobby visits a freaky, relationally disturbed Lovecraft fan, one supposed to own various (helpful) letters of the writer. And some information on the guy not to be found in books? Alas, Castiel has been there before and nicked some of those letters. But Bobby would not be Bobby was he not to find out more about the guests â€˜that died or disappeared within a year.â€™ Except the nine-year-old son of Lovecraftâ€™s maid. Poor boy. Imagine what that experience did to him â€“ in particular since he hasnâ€™t left the mental institution ever since.
At this moment, someplace else, Dean probably is in one of the darkest places he has ever been. He shows another face of despair, and that is a very gloomy place. The darkest night a soul can be trapped in, Iâ€™d say. Itâ€™s so dark that he doesnâ€™t want Sam present. Guilt and fear are eating away at his weakened body (since he has lived on coffee, booze and probably some meds) and soul (freaking out that because of him Lisa and Ben might get hurt â€“ though Iâ€™m sure he means â€˜killedâ€™). Any means are welcome at this moment, and Dean returns to the torture techniques he learned in hell. No matter, though, how inventive he administers them, it takes him a long while to finally get the desired answers.
Itâ€™s breaking my heart, really, to see Dean in so wretched a state. He never wanted to pick up that knife to torture again, he wanted to leave that dark part of his life behind, heal from it â€“ yet now he chooses to use what he knows to save the woman and the boy he loves. I believe Dean never stopped loving them or stopped considering them his family. They were somewhat of a safe haven for his troubled soul. The thought alone of what might be happening to them must make his blood curdle. He canâ€™t even stand Sam at his side.
And his brother does back off â€“ he knows at this point, he needs to leave Dean be. He isnâ€™t able to reach him sufficiently enough to make him take a break or leave any major parts of this operation to his younger brother. The biggest help Sam can offer at this point is: have Deanâ€™s back, no matter the cost or the means. It saddens Sam. My God, it saddens me!
So â€“ Sam prays to Castiel, literally begging him to bring Lisa and Ben back. And Castiel is there, listening, obviously moved by Samâ€™s words, but doesnâ€™t reveal himself. He didnâ€™t know. Apparently, Crowley has a talent for keeping things even from an angel. Though Crowley is keeping to Casâ€™ order not to touch Sam and Dean â€“ there was not a word in the small print about Lisa or Ben. Cas failed to negotiate those terms. Perhaps he should have watched more of Jack Sparrowâ€™s exploits to know how important exact wording isâ€¦
â€˜In for a penny, in for a pound.â€™
Balthazar, after summoning Cas to a place which looks a bit like a tropical forest in the middle of monsoon (which it is not, of course), formulates his question quite straightforwardly and leaves no room for guessing: heâ€™s not amused of Castiel being in flagrante delicto with â€˜the king of Hadesâ€™ and seeing through Casâ€™ dilettante lies. Balthazar, however, is a much better liar. He pretends to be on Castielâ€™s side. But, well, we will learn later, he is not.
With Sam trying to help Dean, Bobby investigates on the maidâ€™s son and visits him in the mental hospital. This is a closed, secure ward, it seems. Itâ€™s a sad fate for a man who spent one night at H.P. Lovecraftâ€™s house â€“ to be haunted by that night for all his life, condemned to spend his days in a place for the mentally disturbed because â€“ obviously â€“ doctors believed him to be psychotic. I wonder at how lucid the man is, since he surely had to take neuroleptic drugs throughout his stay there. They locked him in there. For the rest of his life, because he told them that he saw monsters.
â€˜The spell worked. A door opened. And something came through. But it was invisible, so no one knew, except me. (â€¦) Because it took my mother. It went into her, she wasnâ€™t the same, she even smelled different. And then, she disappeared. And, surprise, surprise, one by one, they all start dying.â€™
â€˜Iâ€™m sorry about your mom.â€™
â€˜Youâ€™re the first person who ever said that. â€¦ Hey, you wanna see a picture?â€™
Bobby freezes for a moment at the sight of his ex-girlfriend, Dr. Visjak, Eleanor. It will take him back in his own memory storage and open wounds he probably hoped to be healed. The two meant a lot to each other, we can assume that.
But at this instant, my eyes become quite watery and I need to take a short break to gather some tissues. I barely shed a tear upon my first watching of this episode (except at the end), but now the floodgates open with more force.
This old man moves me so much. I am reminded of many patients Iâ€™ve spoken to in my professional life, telling me about terrible moments of their lives â€“ stories of rape or beatings or abuse that were not believed by the ones close to them. Itâ€™s a horrible fact that many experiences of terror (even when they are not connected to the paranormal) are not believed by others.
When they tell me â€“ sometimes after a long time of silence â€“ that they had experienced this or that and that no one would believe them, I feel the same desperate loneliness this old man shows in this scene. Then, when I reply that I do believe it, they often burst into tears, and Iâ€™ve often heard their broken voices whisper â€˜I always wished my mom would have said that to me, at least onceâ€™. They are overwhelmed to find a caring person, to not be conceived of as a fraud or liar or, worst case, nutcase, but as a lonely person who has been through some terrible ordeal and deserves respect.
Thereâ€™s no such thing as respect in the place Dean is trapped at the moment, though. There even hardly is hope. Only desperate means. A tense, strangely lifeless way in which Dean walks around the room, not noticing that the devilâ€™s trap is damaged. But â€“ that fact doesnâ€™t escape the bound demon that turns on an astounded Dean. Without Castielâ€™s intervention, Sam would have had to bury his brother.
â€˜I donâ€™t believe a word that is coming out of your mouth.â€™
And Cas, obviously missing the bond that used to exist between them, tries to rekindle that spark both needed. And still need. I know, some might think that this was just another scheme of Cas, but I canâ€™t believe it. Through my eyes I saw an angel reach out one last time to his human brother. To the only family he has ever known and cared about, more than about his heavenly brothers in arms.
â€˜I thought that you said that we were like family. Oh, I think that, too. Shouldnâ€™t trust run both ways?â€™
â€˜Cas, I just canâ€™t.â€™
â€˜Dean, I do everything you ask. I always come when you call. (I think Cas truly believes this, and in his own experience of the last weeks and months, this has to be true to him.) And I am your friend. Still. Despite your lack of faith in me and now your threats. I just saved you. Yet again. Has anyone but your closest kin done any more for you? All I ask is this one thingâ€¦â€™
â€˜â€¦trust your plan to pop purgatory?â€™
â€˜Iâ€™ve earned that, Dean. I came to tell you that I will find Lisa and Ben, and I will bring them back. â€¦ Stand behind me, the one time I ask.â€™
â€˜Youâ€™re asking me to stand down? â€¦ thatâ€™s the same damn ransom note Crowley handed me, you know that, right? Well, no, thanks. Iâ€™ll find them myself. Why donâ€™t you go back to Crowley and tell him that I said you can both kiss my ass?!â€™
Unfortunately, Cas doesnâ€™t know about Crowleyâ€™s note. He truly wishes to save Lisa and Ben and the fact that he saves them later is proof for me that Castiel didnâ€™t mean to involve these innocents in the fight. There must be enough of his angel conscience still awake that he would not resort to means like that. I donâ€™t believe Castiel meant this in the sense of: Iâ€™ll save them if you stand down. I believe he meant: Iâ€™ll save them and I wish you to stand down.
Maybe Castiel tried to manipulate Dean into standing down, but not for the cost of the lives of these two innocents. He needs to believe to be sincere about this.
It is tragic, really. Both men standing on yet another watershed mark, behind them the only life they have ever known and ahead of them stretches a fate they canâ€™t and wonâ€™t imagine, as their imagination draws up terrors and pains. For Dean of losing Lisa and therefore be branded with their deaths on his conscience, for Castiel realizing his mistakes and perhaps being torn apart by Rafael.
In this episode, Cas has not yet arrived at the point of truly becoming reckless and cruel, in the almost fascist way we will meet him in the following episode. To me it seems that Castiel is struggling to maintain a balance between what he needs (those souls to defeat Rafael) and what he found to be good for him (the â€˜somewhatâ€™ family he found in the Winchester clan). He is trying to answer Samâ€™s prayer â€“ to bring Lisa and Ben back to them, because I believe he hopes to have some heart left. Cas surely notices what he is turning into and still hasnâ€™t accepted that. His heart is not yet empty, therefore he is not yet as brutal as he will become. He wants purgatory. And eventually he will become a creature that wonâ€™t stop at anything to get it. Even hurt those Dean loves most. In this case Sam. But that is another story, for another couch, coming soon.
Bobby, in his own time, is about to lose a part of himself, too, as he calls on Ellie. His memory of their time together made it easy for him to find her cabin, one of her safe houses. For a man who just found out that a woman he was in love with once is a monster, Bobby is remarkably calm. But only on the outside, I reckon.
It does tickle him, though, hearing that she was about 900 years old and that she didnâ€™t think to mention her true nature to him â€˜the whole time you slept with me?â€™ Well, on a naughty note, we can only hope that the sex at least was hellishly good. What would he have done, then? Probably killed her, eh? Monsters do own a self-preservative drive. And, they are not all alike, are they?
Ellie happens to like it here on Earth, and I happen to like this woman/monster/whateverâ€¦ There are monsters and monsters, just as there are humans and humans. I do believe there can be peaceful, nice paranormal creatures, and Ellie probably is one of them. She did what she could to keep the door to purgatory closed. Eventually, she failed.
And Bobby fears she will be the next victim on Castielâ€™s search for purgatory. He still has feelings for that woman. He wants to protect her. There is no instinct in him telling him to kill her, only to save her. This instinct tells us that he isnâ€™t looking at her as a monster, he is being the man trying to protect his woman.
It does move me so much when Ellie refuses his offer, making it clear to him, that she can take care of her own and would be safer that way, since, still, when push comes to shove, as a supernatural being, she would have the odd advantage in a fight.
I could imagine that Bobby, after leaving her there, needs a drink, just as Sam needs one, resorting to his â€˜brotherâ€™s bangâ€™ when Balthazar finds him. Forgive me this shallow note, kind readers â€“ Jared looks amazing in this scene, again, wellâ€¦ he knows exactly how to hold his head, what expression to put to his faceâ€¦. Looking utterly seductive and attractiveâ€¦ ay, meâ€¦ okay, back to the shocking revelation that the angel is now officially on their team.
â€˜This is where I get off. God be with you.â€™
Balthazar becomes their double agent in no time, and even finds Lisa and Ben, but canâ€™t get them out of there, since Crowley has angel proved the whole thing, obviously not trusting Cas. â€˜Seems that marriage is going swimmingly.â€™
I could easily imagine that Balthazar has thought about his mutiny here for quite a while. He didnâ€™t seem to be exactly a fan of Castielâ€™s. And he seems to sense the crumbling of Castielâ€™s plan. Though he has been introduced to us as a rather hedonistic creature, there is also a part of him that shudders at the thought of Castiel swallowing up that nuclear reactor of souls and take a chunk of the planet with him.
He might think of his own survival, yes, but I strongly believe that there is also something left of his former mandate â€“ of being an angel and therefore a protector of all creation. Balthazar risks a lot to get them to the warehouse where Lisa and Ben are being held.
Getting into that building is just another day at the office for our heroes, at first that is. They split up, which, in this case, is not the most capital idea â€“ it leads to Sam being knocked out and locked up, while Dean has to fight the demons on his ownâ€¦ as he intended to do, anyway. He could use some back up, though, especially when the ugly realization that a demon took possession of Lisa strikes him with unexpected force â€“ holding a knife to Benâ€™s throat and tantalizing both of them with lies (or truths?) about their relationships. And though Dean tries to dismiss the evil words coming out of DemonLisaâ€™s mouth, they do affect him. Itâ€™s in his face. The struggle. The doubts. The understanding that turning to Lisa in his grief was a mistake, indeed, since they would not be here had he left her aloneâ€¦ I bet all this is screaming inside his head.
What does this do to Dean? My goodness, I donâ€™t even want to go there. The battles he has fought so far have taught him to put aside physical pain and push forward by sheer willpower. And now he has to shove away the excruciating pain tugging at his soul to be able to still save Lisa, to not make a wrong move â€“ this demon wonâ€™t hesitate killing the terrified boy.
Once more I am amazed by Deanâ€™s endurance. He conjures up the strength he needs to not break down, though every fibre in his being probably wants to do exactly that. This is simply too much to take. He needs sobriety of mind, not panic. Dean surely is full of doubts, too, at this moment. But he plucks up his courage. Nothing else is an option right now in this bottomless pit of silent despair, amalgamated with fear and the faint awareness that he will lose themâ€¦one way or the other.
Dean knows his Latin exorcism ritesâ€¦ after several failures in the past he knows the words by heart, now. Thereâ€™s a chance to save Lisa! Exorcize the demon, and it seems as if itâ€™s even workingâ€¦ But confusion and inner turmoil take their toll, and the words leave his mouth not powerful enough, and DemonLisa strikes back at him â€“ most of all with the knife she grabs, thrusting it into Lisaâ€™s body. Oh no! No!
This isnâ€™t happening! Noâ€¦.
â€˜Sheâ€™s just a dead meatsuitâ€™ DemonLisa says, voicing probably what Dean is thinking at this point. He knows that there is hardly a chance for her to survive now.
Jensen is amazing in these scenes, really. As the events grow ever more highly charged, he operates in the nauseating borderlands between despair, decisiveness, stubbornness and certainty of loss. Itâ€™s all in his face, the fighting emotions, the fear of taking a wrong turnâ€¦ Watching him act these scenes is most unnerving to me.
I want to jump in and save him yet again from another intolerably painful experience. Heâ€™s had enough in his young life. More than anyone else probably would have been able to survive. Iâ€™m afraid that he might crack someday. Truly break beyond repair. Sometimes he appears to me like a wretched, old, scrapped shadow of a car, held together by spit onlyâ€¦ Dearest hunterâ€¦ this is tragic beyond wordsâ€¦
As he finally decides to finish the rite, knowing that Lisa would want him to, his face is that of a broken man, betraying the woe of these days in his life.
â€˜Take care of your mom.â€™
His experience as a skilful hunter allows him to skip out of the shock to do what needs to be done. He instructs Ben without hesitation, giving him the order to grab his gun and use it â€“ thereby being forced to do what he never wanted: let Ben ever get near that gun and get into the hunting game in whatever way. But he needs the boy to be strong now â€“ just like his own dad needed him to be strong when Mary was killed. And in this moment, Dean surely is aware of it, the childhood days of Ben are over.
As he carries Lisa out of there, the boy reluctantly becomes a soldier, following orders. They find Sam, get into the car and rush Lisa to the nearest hospital. In all likelihood all of them are aware that there is hardly any hope. Lisa is dying. â€˜Sheâ€™s fine, sheâ€™s fine,â€™ Dean mutters, like a mantra, to soothe Benâ€™s terror, but also to hold his own wits together.
Watching this is painful. But what I feel now pales in comparison to what I feel when they reach he hospital. There are no wordsâ€¦ silently Dean and Ben watch over Lisa, and as Dean tries to apologize to Ben, the boy just leaves. He canâ€™t. Not now. As if this wasnâ€™t enough of a shock to Dean, Castiel appears out of the blue. The elder Winchester is not in the mood, at all, to talk to Castiel or listen to any of his speeches. Heâ€™s too shattered. The pain must be cutting away at him like glass fragments from the insideâ€¦
And then Castiel heals Lisa. Just like that. I am just as astonished as Dean who searches for words and even for the strength to look the angel in the eye and thank him. And to ask him to fix one more thing â€“ purge her and Benâ€™s minds of all memories of Dean.
The moment Dean holds Cas back, it is clear to me what he will ask him to do. And all of a sudden I am so very afraid of what this could mean to Dean in the long run. He will remember it all. Only Lisa and Ben will live in merciful oblivion.
It might not have been his call to ask Castiel to do that, but I think it was a brave move â€“ with making them forget, he severed any bonds they had with him. He deliberately let go of the boy he loved like a son and the woman who was as close to being his wife as it gets. In his own, private emotional realm, these two were his family (apart from Sam, and in a time he thought Sam to be dead).
In cruder hands, this move would have been, perhaps, unforgiveable, but watching Jensen Ackles here we understand how much it is killing him, but how much he needs to keep them as save as he can. This marvellous actor again delivers an engrossing performance of understatement and still vast emotion.
He believes this to be of utmost importance. Itâ€™s what he learned to be effective â€“ to sacrifice himself in so many ways. He needs to make this decision for them, he simply doesnâ€™t see any other option. I understand why he did it.
All of us learn certain strategies that help us live and survive. With Dean it is his, practically, innate sense of being the one who has to be the protector, at pretty much all costs. Here he puts his own soul on the block and cuts the ones he loves off. To keep them save. I only hope this will include cutting off memories demons might have of Lisa and Benâ€¦
Dean is saying good-bye, his voice faltering, his head bowed in relief, in gratitude over the unexpected mercy Castiel gave him, in agony over the certainty that he will never speak to them again, in guilt of having brought so much pain to them. As he walks away, his sad face speaks of his depletion, colour gone, with almost elderly lines. He aged years through this experienceâ€¦ And itâ€™s even more credit Jensen deserves for this incredible performance. I salute you, Jensen Ackles.
Dean canâ€™t face Samâ€™s protest (that still speaks of his discontent with his own memory-loss situation) at this point nor does he want to delve into the thought that it might have been the wrong decision. Iâ€™m sure, Dean knows that already. But the pain is too great. He canâ€™t. I donâ€™t blame him. All I feel is understanding, forgiveness, hope that he might be able to live with it. And â€“ I am certain of it â€“ Sam feels all this, too. And he wishes to help his brother, as much as he can. Which he will do in the following episode, the second part of this seasonâ€™s finale.
As the brothers drive away from the hospital, Eleanor heads for her car and is taken by Castiel. We know this wonâ€™t end well for her. But, oh, God, it wonâ€™t end well for any of themâ€¦
â€˜Iâ€™d rather ask forgiveness than permission.â€™
Sera Gamble and John Showalter brought us an episode that held so much emotional hooks that I still am gasping for breath. Named after a Rolling Stones album, this episode really drew a lot of blood. For me this was one of the best episodes of this season, and it was full of fantastic performances and scenes.
As a lover of literature, I liked the connections to Lovecraftâ€™s work established in this episode (and I am sure there might be more threads of it that could be used in future episodes, as this whole storyline appears far from over), and Iâ€™m going to be only slightly nitpicky, here â€“ forgive me. The story â€˜The Haunter of the Darkâ€™ was published in December 1936, and thereby was not written on the (historically correct) day of his death, March 15th, 1937, but almost two years prior, in November 1935.
The story revolves around an artefact known to be able to awaken the Haunter of the Dark, an avatar of a malign deity from Lovecraftâ€™s famous Cthulhu Myth from another dimension. This artefact, called the Shining Trapezohedron, was discovered in Egypt, but itâ€™s not described to be of Ancient Egyptian origin. In this book this deity shows itself as a bat like monster with tentacles called Nyarlahotep, supposed to be an Egyptian name.
Other appearances of this particular monster include a hooved, hairless, swarthy man, a devastating storm, a black demon, a black eight-foot tall, faceless man. Whoever of these monsters it was that came after Lovecraft in this episode, we can assume it was not only deadly, but painfully ugly. Perhaps Mr Lovecraft should have had more light in his house, as he wrote in this story that the Haunter of the Dark could not enter a lighted area.
I could imagine the show going back to these monsters for future episodes, but am content for now, though the emotions raging in my soul yet need to calm down. Sometimes I hate what this show is capable of doing to me, but then again â€“ I allow its characters to reach out to me and move me beyond expectation.
This episode, along with pretty much the whole season, was a perverse hymn to despair in all its facets and the impact it has on the lives of the two Winchester brothers and their allies. The pain caused by it cuts through the souls of the protagonists, much like the splinters of glass that are hurled towards us with the opening credits would through our faces.
Basically, itâ€™s about breaking walls. Walls as delicate as glass â€“ borders to other dimensions, to memories, to hell, to hopes and to courage. With this episode and the next concluding the sixth season of our favourite show, we can say that the image of a shattered wall is a symbol for this season. And the consequences that will have.
I will delve into episode 22 soon. First, allow me a breather, kind readers. I need to catch my breath after letting this episode thoroughly into my soulâ€¦ so, Iâ€™m cuddling up on my comfy couch. Anyone here who would like to join me?