In any event, The Non-Trickster Trickster ambles on over, and in a twist I didn't see coming despite the presence of that Raphael clip in the THEN!, after The Non-Trickster Trickster restores Darling Sammy to his -- as Raoul would have it -- "naturally delightful stature," Sam flicks open a Zippo and sets alight the ring of Jerusalem oil Dean had oh-so-cleverly laid down before The Non-Trickster Trickster's arrival. The Non-Trickster Trickster attempts to bluff his way out of it for a moment, but he quickly caves, and with a zap of televisual fuzz, he knocks them all back to that abandoned paper mill, for real this time around. This reveal -- that the character we'd known up until now as a pagan god is actually another of Castiel's brethren -- isn't as mind-bending as the one they threw at us midway through last season's finale, but it fits neatly with everything they've presented to us up to this point, so indulge me while I offer Kripke & Ko. a slow golf clap. Bravo, Mr. Kripkeeper, sir. Bravo. "Where'd you get the holy oil?" our latest angelic acquaintance asks of Our Intrepid Heroes while offering them a slow golf clap of his own. "Let's just say we pulled it out of Sam's ass," Dean jokes. Sam bitchfaces. Heh. And what tipped the boys off to The Non-Trickster Trickster's true identity? "Mostly it was the way you talked about Armageddon," Dean allows. "Nobody gets that angry unless their talking about their own family." And I didn't note that much anger rising off The Non-Trickster Trickster during their brief shared scene in Sitcom Hell, but I'll allow Dean his point, mostly because the fun part of this episode's over, and I want to get through the next seven goddamned minutes' worth of speechifying as quickly as possible. To that end, I'll try to keep this brief: Long story short, The Non-Trickster Trickster is actually Gabriel -- as in The Annunciation's Archangel Gabriel -- and just between you and me, Delinquent El Deano's missing out on a chance to ask our latest angelic acquaintance if Mary really was a hot as all those paintings would have us believe. "Demian!" What? "She was fourteen!" Says you, you dizzy lizard. What, were you there? "Was that an insult, you pathetic little man?! Were you implying something about my age!?" Well, since you brought it up... "Why, I never! Of all the hateful little heartless little...!" Raoul? "WHAT?!" You know I love you more than my luggage. Now, go fix us some end-of-episode cocktails while I drag us through the rest of this crap. "Okay!"
Episode Report CardDemian: B+ | 2736 USERS: B+
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