Back from the final CHOMP!-free commercial break, Dean eases himself through the motel room's door to find Sam dejectedly stowing his gear into his duffle. "How was your day?" Dean sardonically inquires. "You were right," Sam hoarsely replies, his voice thick. "WE TOLD YOU SO!" Now, Raoul, don't kick poor Sammy when he's down. Wait a minute. What the hell am I saying? After the hour we've just endured, we have every goddamned right to kick poor Sammy when he's down. WE TOLD YOU SO, YOU FIFTEEN-FOOT-TALL EMO WHINER FREAK! Dean whips out his flask, takes a swig, and offers it to Sam, who silently accepts it for a swig of his own. Atta girl. There follows a dialogue that, I must admit, is beautifully performed by both of them, but by Jared Padalecki in particular -- so much so that I almost feel a need to apologize to him for ignoring him so completely throughout the rest of the episode. Almost. I went to Catholic school, sweetie, and I never needed to hear Supernatural lecture me on catechism. And as you were the one assigned most of said lecturing this evening, you were the one I tuned out. "Pity!"
In any event, Sam admits, "I wanted to believe, so badly." Dean shifts his weight from one foot to the other, looking awkward in face of the impending confession. "It's so hard to do this," Sam continues, evenly and quietly enough, but his eyes are brimming with tears. "What we do? All alone? And you know..." He takes a second before blurting out, "There's so much evil in the world, Dean, that I feel like I could drown in it." "And when I think about how I could end up?" he adds, lost. "Don't think about that -- I'm watching out for you," Dean assures him. "Yeah, I know you are," Sam offers with a grateful little smile and the full-on Super-Special Puppy-Dog Eyes Of Doom treatment, "but you're just one person, Dean, and I needed to think there was something else watching, too, you know? Some...higher power? Some greater good? And then maybe I'd..." Here he comes to a stop. By the way, Bob Dylan's cruised onto the soundtrack with "Knockin' On Heaven's Door" beneath all this, but the song's more of a distraction than anything else, so I'll throw the focus back onto Sam, who struggles to complete his thought and admit, "And then maybe I could be saved." Dean remains uncomfortably silent, so Sam gamely attempts to lighten the mood he's created by sort of shrugging it off and laughing a little bit as he notes, "But, you know, I just clouded my judgment, and you're right -- we gotta go with what we know, with what we can see, with what's right there in front of our own two eyes." "It's funny you say that," Dean begins, for he's got a confession of his own. He offers a couple of fragmentary details regarding what so recently transpired during The Boringest Boring In The History Of Boring before settling upon the manner of the would-be rapist's death. "I tell you one thing," he states, struggling with his own words, "the way he died, if I hadn't a-seen it with my own two eyes, I never would have believed it. I mean, I don't know what to call it." "What?" Sam prompts, concerned as only Captain Empathy, sole licensed owner and operator of The Super-Special Puppy-Dog Eyes, can be. "Dean, what did you see?" "Maybe...God's will?"