[This post originally aired at the New Stream of Conscience on June 29. Its publication here completes the transfer of Supernatural reviews from there to here. It seems as good a way as any to celebrate reaching 50 followers. 🙂 Thanks!]
Only two Supernatural episodes this week. Tuesday on TNT was dedicated to a Rizzoli and Isles pre-season premiere marathon. And the CW is once again showing Cult on Fridays. It should feel like a vacation, but this week’s episodes were pretty heavy, significant ones.
No Rest for the Wicked (316)
Season finale means “Carry On, My Wayward Son” by Kansas. Always a nice way to start the show. It also means “Written by Eric Kripke” and “Directed by Kim Manners.” Oh yeah, and for season 3, we’re left with the most frustrating cliffhanger ever.
The Winchester way: Silent and stoic.
The whole season has been building up to Dean’s date with destiny, hellhounds, etc, and here it is. Sam tells Dean at the beginning of the episode he’s not going to let Dean go to hell. But, like so many Winchester promises, he fails.
Ruby’s comments to Sam turn out to be much more prophetic than we ever could have thought possible at the time. She tells him his demonic psychic powers are dormant, not gone; that she can help train him to use them; and he is the only one who can stop Lilith. Of course, she fails to mention it involves drinking demon blood, and that killing Lilith also signals the beginning of the apocalypse. (But then, Dean hasn’t broken the fist seal to set the wheels in motion yet.)
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