Thank you for a stunning, emotionally captivating “Byzantium”. My recent "Threads" review of 14.05 “Nightmare Logic” praised your talent, as evidenced by the exceptional episodes you had written for Supernatural. “Byzantium” confirms your place on the list of the series’ best writers.
THEN: Lucifer steals Jack’s grace. Jack coughs and collapses. Lily Sunder in the early 1900s sees her daughter murdered and then takes on angels in her quest for revenge. She explains that each time she uses magic, a piece of her soul burns away. Rowena explains to the Winchesters and Castiel that it would need an archangel’s grace and some kind of magic to save Jack. All they can do is stay with him as he dies.
NOW: In the bunker, Dean stands grimly with his back to Jack’s bed. Sam sits near Jack’s side while Castiel stands nearby. Jack weakly but peacefully says, “Please don’t be sad. Maybe this is supposed to be.” Dean angrily says that that is crap. Cas puts reproof into his tone with just his name: “Dean.” Jack breaths into an oxygen mask. Dean, turning around, rapidly leaves the room; Castiel’s eyes follow him, dark with concern. In the hallway, Dean’s eyes are anguished, and he smashes his fist into the wall. Jack says, “Tell him it’s OK.” “Tell him yourself. He’ll be back,” responds Sam. “What happens next to someone like me?” Jack asks. Sam tries to smile, but his eyes are watery. “I don’t know,” he admits. “Then it’s going to be an adventure,” says Jack with a little smile as he settles down in the bed.
Emotionally touching and brutally disturbing. That’s a jolting juxtaposition to incorporate into one episode but Supernatural “Unhuman Nature” carried it off extremely well. The acting delivered by the entire Supernatural cast once again elevated the story to a captivating intensity.
NOW: "I've got issues," Nick says. "I should stop." He's sitting in a well-apportioned room lined with bookshelves. A blue and red stained glass window behind his head surrounds him like a halo. "I hate that it feels so good," he continues. Apparently he's confessing to a priest in a private office because he calmly, with regret, explains that he was sorry that the priest couldn't tell him what Andy, his former neighbor, confessed to him. Perhaps he should pray. So far, Nick's been the only one talking, his calm, wry voice dominating. The priest cannot answer: he's been crucified in a doorway, arms spread to each side and nails driven into his bloody palms. His head hangs back, eyes staring unseeingly. There is a bloody gash across his throat; blood has stained his collar. "There is a devil," Nick informs him, "and sometimes we just can't fight him."
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