In this excessively talky installment, Castiel parks himself in a quiet little corner of Heaven to pray to God -- who, for the purposes of this episode, appears to be the audience itself -- and in the process takes us through his version of this season's events, starting with Soulless Sammy's resurrection from Hell. Yes, My Sweet Baboo was actually the person who brought Sam back from the grave after he ended up down in that cage with Lucifer, Michael, and his hapless bastard of a half-brother at the end of last year's abortive Apocalypse, though why Castiel chose to leave Sam's soul behind remains a mystery to me, mainly because I kept falling asleep while this episode was originally airing.
Aside from that, there really wasn't anything in this one that we didn't already know, frankly. Raphael wanted to restart The Apocalypse, Castiel decided to fight him, Castiel then teamed up with Crowley to drain Purgatory of its monster souls because he needed the extra power to defeat Raphael, the angel and the demon faked the demon's death midway through the season to get Our Intrepid Heroes off Crowley's back, yada, yada, blah. Apart from a few modestly amusing lines here and there, that's about it.
Well, there is the ending, I suppose, wherein Sam, Bobby, and Dean bang their heads together for a lengthy period of time and eventually figure out that My Sweet Baboo has done them wrong, or something, after which Dean breaks up with his celestial boyfriend until the finale, but whatever. What was the point of this one, again?
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Rattle, Rattle Tacky Blue Glitter THEN! At the end of last season, Darling Sammy tricked Lucifer into possessing his remarkably healthy body, after which he took a header into The Pit with his miserable bastard of a half-brother that nobody talks about anymore. When it was over, My Sweet Baboo announced his plans to return to Heaven, but unfortunately for him, a civil war erupted amongst his feathery brethren while he was away, with Raphael leading the faction that wanted to restart The Apocalypse. In other news, angels can be trapped in circles of flaming holy oil, Darling Sammy came back from Hell missing his soul, Purgatory is where evil beasties go when they die, human souls are incredibly valuable, Balthazar unsank the Titanic for all of a day, Crowley was dead until he suddenly wasn't, Dashing El Deano slaughtered The Mother Of All, and Castiel will soon be in some very big trouble with Our Intrepid Heroes. Ooops! Spoiler!
Rattle, Rattle Tacky Blue Glitter NOW! The camera fades up on some mossy trees, then pans over to land on My Sweet Baboo, who's sitting in the middle of a snow-covered park somewhere appropriately scenic. "You know I've been here for a very long time," he opens, addressing no one in particular while carefully examining his hands for some reason. "I remember many things," he continues as the camera zips forward for a close-up of his face, and in an interesting little effects touch, as the shot slowly drifts to his left, following the line of his gaze as he ruminates on his past, the park vanishes on that side of his body, replaced by the image of towering thunderclouds hovering above a roiling ocean. "I remember being at a shoreline," Castiel narrates, now in voiceover, for he's passed out of the frame, "watching a little grey fish heaving itself up on the beach, and an older brother saying, 'Don't step on that fish, Castiel -- big plans for that fish.'" The shot cross-fades to take in the slimy little bug-eyed creature in question for a moment before cross-fading again to a series of clips from the Siege Of Babylon sequence in D. W. Griffith's Intolerance as My Sweet Baboo's voiceover tells us, "I remember The Tower Of Babel -- all 37 feet of it, which I suppose was impressive at the time. And when it fell, they all howled, 'Divine wrath!' but come on. Dried dung can only be stacked so high."