...that trestle bridge we've seen at least five times before on this show. He's arrived early for whatever assignation he arranged and stands there alone for a while, but within seconds, a battered old gold Lincoln Continental wheels around the bend and eventually, Darling Sammy unfurls all fifteen feet of himself from the driver's seat of the thing to walk over to where Dean's leaning against the Impala. And in an opening gesture of trust, Dean presents Sam with The Knife That Can Kill Anything Except When It Usually Can't. Sam's touched, but remains silent while Dean both apologizes for being a dick and puts forth the following argument: "Look, maybe we are each other's Achilles' Heel, maybe they'll find a way to use us against each other, I don't know. I just know we're all we've got -- more than that, we keep each other human." "Thank you," Sam finally speaks. "Really -- thank you. I won't let you down." They jokingly insult each other to lighten the heavy mood a bit before Sam wonders, "So, what do we do now?" "We make our own future," Dean insists with all the bristling bravado he's known for, but that devil-may-care façade immediately gets blown all to hell when Sam rather helplessly shrugs, "Guess we have no choice."
Next week: Paris Hilton. Hey, Raoul? "Yes!?" I think I could use that flagon, like, RIGHT NOW. "I'm coming!" That's what Paris Hilton said. "Ew!"
Demian's depressingly certain you still wear white polyester televangelist leisure suits with matching grandpa loafers to formal occasions. Raoul sees absolutely nothing wrong with that at all, for the daring fashions of the 1970s are finally making a much-deserved comeback! You may reach the former at email@example.com. The latter is an imaginary gay dragon currently under house arrest on the Internet.