Dean attempts to reason with him, of course, appealing to Castiel's sense of (ugh) family (OF COURSE) but Castiel, bless him, understands, "You're just saying that because I won. Because you're afraid." "You're not my family," he continues, advancing upon Dean. "I have no family." And then Entirely Reconstituted Sam stabs Castiel in the back with Raphael's discarded Angel-Smiting Scimitar. "Assassin!" Fortunately, it has no effect. "Whew! [Slurp!]" Castiel slowly yanks out the blade, places it on a table, and patiently explains, "The [Angel-Smiting Scimitar] won't work because I'm not an angel anymore -- I'm you're new God." I don't know if I should throw that a DUN!, or if I should just point at it and laugh. "Why not both, hmmm?!" Excellent suggestion, Raoul. "Thanks!" Needless to say, Our Intrepid Heroes plus Bobby do not share in our hilarity, especially when Castiel carefully and deliberately states, "So, you will bow down and profess your love unto me, your Lord, or I shall destroy you." And as if that weren't bad enough, they decide to end this wretched season with a series of ludicrously over-the-top reaction shots to this from Bobby, Sam, and Dean before the camera jams itself straight up Castiel's nose, thereby finally -- and at very, very long last -- cutting to black for good. Well, until September, at any rate.
Raoul? "Yes?!" FLAGON! "Hooray!" Happy summer, everyone. "Kisses! Delirious summer hiatus kisses to all of my pretties!"
Demian never wants to watch another goddamned episode of Supernatural again. Because he is drunk, Raoul can't wait for Season Seven. "It's going to be the best one ever! [Hic!]" You may reach the former at firstname.lastname@example.org. The latter is an imaginary gay dragon on the Internet.