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O BROTHER, WHERE ART THOU? After learning what was wrong with Sam, Dean gave him an ultimatum.
Well, we wanted answers, and we certainly got them. Happy? I am.
I'm also fully aware that the developments we saw this week will polarize fans. (You'll either love them or hate them.) What can't be denied by either side, however, is that we're at the point in the season where the plot was in need of a second wind, and we got exactly that. We learned where Sam's soul is being kept, which means the boys are now on a quest to retrieve it. We learned that Grandpa Campbell is being puppet mastered by Crowley, and now we're left to await the trouble that doomed deal will produce. And we learned that Crowley apparently has a part-time job as a hell-based property developer who has his eyes set on purgatory. (I have no follow-up thoughts on that except that I always knew he struck me as a smarmy realtor type.)
But that's just the quick of it, and if Supernatural has taught us anything, it's that the journey is as important as the destination. (Woah! Hello, wisdom.) So let's start at the very beginning.
We picked up with the story immediately following the epic beating Dean gave Sam last week. A bleary-eyed Sam, who was tied to a chair, worked his way to consciousness as Castiel hovered over him. (Personally, I'd take any beating if I got to wake up to that sight, but Sam felt differently, I imagine.) He looked rough, which led me to ponder exactly how Dean hauled his sasquatch butt back to the motel room. Oh, mysteries?
Also a mystery -- to Dean and Cas, at least -- was exactly what ailed Sam. They gave away the answer to this in the preview last week, and it has been hinted all season, so we knew Sam had no soul. But Castiel M.D. needed his own diagnosis. So after a series of very Cas questions ("Are you speaking in tongues? [To Dean] Is he speaking in tongues?") he decided to do an angel cavity search and stuck his hand inside Sam's chest to confirm his suspicions. Yup, soulless.
"Is he even still Sam?" Dean asked after learning of the grave diagnosis. "You pose an interesting philosophical question," Castiel answered, shooting a wary glance at Sam, who wore an expression that made him look like an elementary school kid sent to the principal's office. But this was so much more than just being in hot water. This was his essence at stake, and he needed it back. Unfortunately, Castiel said, that wouldn't be done easily -- if at all -- because his soul was likely still in Lucifer's cage. Whatever brought Sam back, forgot to let him gather his things first.
There was work to be done, and Sam wanted to get started, so he asked to be released from his restraints. "How am I even supposed to let you out of this room?" Dean said. "Dean, I'm not some psycho. I didn't want you to get hurt. I just wanted to stop the vamps," Sam pleaded, referring to his ULTIMATE BETRAYAL. (Okay, I thought I was over it because it has been two weeks. Clearly, I'm not.) If Dean had it his way, Sam would have been locked up until he was soul-ed up again, but Sam released himself with ease. "You're stuck with the soulless guy, so you might as well work with me."
NEXT: The healing power of Cas.
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