Episode Report Card Tippi Blevins: C+ | 74 USERS: A YOU GRADE IT Deviled Red Herring
By Tippi Blevins | Season 8 | Episode 23 | Aired on 05.15.2013
Castiel and Metatron have moved the love search into the bar, where Castiel is currently skimming through local personal ads. "The faster that man finds love, the faster the Cupid will come." The impending love target Dwight approaches their table. "Can I help you gents?" he asks. "Yes!" Castiel answers. Of course, Dwight was offering to take their drinks order, but Castiel is impatient. "Would you say that you're looking for a 'partner in crime,' or, uh..." He glances down at the paper to make sure he gets the wording just right. "...Someone who's 'into nurse roleplay and light domination'?" Metatron looks mortified. Dwight looks puzzled. "Brother, it's 10 AM on a Tuesday," he says, like there's any wrong time for nurse roleplay. Metatron hurries to order two beers, and then fixes his look of horror on Castiel. Before he can get very far into chastising Castiel for his lack of subtlety, Naomi and her minions appear behind him. One guy grabs Metatron while Naomi orders a female angel to kill Castiel. Dwight pops up from behind the bar with a shotgun and dings Metatron's would-be captor. The angel just flutters away and reappears behind Dwight to shove him into a shelf of booze. "Let him go," Castiel says. "Haven't you already caused enough trouble, Castiel?" Naomi asks. Castiel whips out an All-Purpose Angel Sword, but Metatron begs him to stand down lest he make things worse. With that, Naomi and her minions flit away with Metatron in tow.
The Winchesters arrive at this week's abandoned building with their demonic prisoner. It's not a factory or a warehouse this time, but a church at which only termites have been worshiping for the last 20 or so years. Set against a backdrop of thick gray clouds and a long muddy road that dead-ends at its front steps, it is as gloomy a setting as they could have chosen. Sam clambers out of the driver's seat while Dean exits the back, dragging Crowley after him. What a fun trip that must have been, trapped in the back seat cuffed to Crowley, enduring untold miles of demonic singalongs.
Inside, the brothers make better preparations than they did for Abaddon. This includes shackling Crowley's neck, wrists and ankles and bolting the chains to the floor. Dean then paints a Devil's Trap around him. "You really think this is going to hold me?" Crowley asks, trying to muster up some bravado, but sounding a tad nervous. Now, the Winchesters have obviously learned some things from their debacle last week, but they still leave Crowley unattended while they have a chat outside. Luckily, the script doesn't call for him to escape this time, so they're safe. "How you feeling?" Dean asks Sam, who's pouring himself a jug of holy water. "Honestly, for the first time in a long time, it feels like we're gonna win," Sam says. That's the point at which the universe goes "HAW HAW!" in its best Nelson Muntz voice. Now, even though Sam's been feeling like the trials have purified him, he's still going to follow Father Thompson's recipe and go to confession. "I have no clue what to say," he admits. "I could give you a few suggestions, if you want," Dean says. Just off the top of his head, Dean comes up with Sam's dalliance with Ruby, killing Lilith and letting Lucifer out, losing his soul and not looking for Dean when he went to Purgatory. Now, the first one and the last one are legit, but the stuff in the middle is just more of the merry-go-round of brotherly issues. Sam's heard enough of that shiz, so he goes back inside the church to close himself in one of the dilapidated confessionals. To whom is he supposed to confess? Not only is there no priest in this decrepit establishment, but God's not even on duty anymore.