A war is brewing. Crowley is on the loose. Dean’s going nuts. And Sam’s hair is as luscious as ever. Yup, it’s almost time for a Supernatural season finale!
With two episodes left, though, our ride to what’s sure to be a crazy season ender took a sharp turn in Tuesday night’s episode — thanks to the death of major baddie Abaddon, who said hello to the pointy end of Cain’s blade after trying to lure the Winchesters into a trap. Dean super didn’t like that.
You see, Dean didn’t tell Sam that Crowley had tipped them off to Abaddon’s. So when they arrived at the location, he sent Sam to the basement to keep him out of harm’s way. Dean dealt with Abaddon solo. As you can see, he handled it. Later, Sam told Dean he was peeved by Dean’s move; this was “just another time” Dean was trying to protect him. But Dean tried to make it clear that he acted out of concern for the mission — Dean knows he becomes blind with purpose when he’s Hulked out.
If this worries you, it should. It worries Sam, too. (See, worried face.) I mean, look at this dude…
The episode ended on Sam leveling with Dean about his concerns and asking him if they could stash the blade somewhere “safe.” (Translation: “Let’s get this away from you, mmmk?”) But Dean wouldn’t have it, simply replying, “No.” No discussion. No debate. No…way this is going to end well.
Meanwhile, Camp Cas (what I’m calling Castiel’s new angel homebase) continued to grow its operation this week. He also learned his team has been infiltrated by a mole. Troubling. But Cas decided to fight “fire with fire,” and he asked Gadreel to be his eyes inside Metatron’s operation. I hope Gadreel takes the offer. The dude needs some major redemption, and, in a way, it’s what he’s been searching for since Castiel met him.
In all, I have to say I’m super bummed to see Abaddon go because she was one of the baddest B’s the show has ever seen. Plus, her lipstick was fierce. But I guess a Winchester’s gotta do what a Winchester’s gotta do.
“No one in the history of torture’s been tortured with the torture like the torture you’ll be tortured with.” — Crowley
“Can you cook a pigeon on it?” — Crowley’s time-traveling son, Gavin, re: a lightbulb
Gavin: You must be angels.
Crowley and Abaddon: Wow.
Dean: Well, that’s the problem. You don’t think anybody’s lying. I think everybody’s lying.
Dean: It’s a gift.
“Hello, Dean. Love the crazy bloodlust in your eyes.” — Crowley “Oooh. I sense drama.” — Crowley