And look at that! He listened to me. Well, after delivering another two and a half minutes of dialogue I don't care about and zapping us through the final commercial break of the hour, but still. Thanks, Gabriel. And after The Archangel rags on God's littlest and bluest-eyed foot soldier over the latter's thus-far-fruitless search for their father, Our Intrepid Heroes plus My Sweet Baboo turn to leave, apparently intending to strand Gabriel there in that ring of fire for a very, very long time. At the last minute, though, Dean triggers the abandoned mill's miraculously still-working sprinkler system, and as the unnatural indoor rain gradually tamps down the flaming Jerusalem oil, Dean offers Gabriel one final cutting remark before he, his brother, and his boyfriend leave The Archangel for good.
Out at the Impala, the boys exchange a few words of absolutely no significance under the watchful eye of Castiel before all three embark to disappear into the evening's final blackout.
Next week, Our Intrepid Heroes visit a fan convention, with special appearances by The Prophet Chuck, Becky The Wincesting Fangirl, and a couple of LARPing dolts named "Demian" and "Barnes." Kripke can suck my ass. Raoul! "Yes?!" Flagon! "Of course!" See you next week, kids. "Kisses! November Sweeps flagon kisses for all of my pretties!"
Demian thinks you should just admit to having genital herpes already. Raoul, surprisingly enough, agrees. "There's no shame in the truth!" You may reach the former at email@example.com. The latter is an imaginary gay dragon currently under house arrest on the Internet.
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