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Patrick raises and goes for the same taunting that just about every single demon on this show has done to Sam. No wonder he's immune to it by now. He gets it all the freaking time. "Here you are, right. Trying to clean up their mess. They still want to sit you at the kiddie table." Sam says nothing and does that quiet sulking face he's always done with Dean while he takes it all in. Interesting how when watching this we think it's the same old Sam when really he's using it as part of the game. We think. "You're not the little brother anymore Sam. Then again, maybe you are." Sam sulks more. "You're in over your head here Sam." No Patrick, that's just what Sam wants you to believe. "I mean, you can keep making these moves, you know, playing it cautious, playing the percentages, but I'm still going to kick your ass into the nursing home."
"Does this armchair psychology routine usually work for you?" Sam asks, because he hates monologuing yet gets it all the time anyway. "You tell me, you're the one who's losing." They keep playing. Lia comes in, kisses Patrick, Sam stares at the toothpick and Patrick declares a break. Man, a lot of tiny plot points to cover in this one. Sam goes outside and meets up with Dean, who asks how it's going in there. "How do you think it's going?" An upset Sam asks. You see, this is where I'm not sure Sam is still doing his act or if he's truly bothered. A riddle wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a taco indeed. I think he's mad that he's involved in this hare brained plan instead of trying to win the game on his own. Sam hands Dean the toothpick for "he-witch" DNA and tells Dean to hurry up. "Sammy, don't lose" older Dean says with huge concern, the exact concern I'd expect younger Dean to use. Sam gives him a bitch face and goes back. I want to see and older version of Sam doing that bitch face.
Dean goes back to the van but feels that sharp pain in his left arm. You know, the kind of pain that happens to old guys before they have a heart attack. Sam and Patrick resume the game. Bobby chants the spell in the van and Dean throws the toothpick into the burning caldron. You see, it's cool that Bobby has a nice big van he can do this in now. There are perks to this new lifestyle thing. They wait a second and Dean smiles. "Well, how to do look?" Old. It didn't work.
Back to Sam, who's so busted now. Patrick pulls out a toothpick and asks "Is this what you meant to give your big brother?" Sam turns a little pale. The one he gave Dean never passed Patrick's lips. This is where Patrick shows his ill tolerance of cheating. How nice, a scheming card player with respect for the rules. He holds out his hand and starts choking Sam Darth Vader style. As we've known for a while now, Jared has this choking thing down pat. No one even needs to touch him anymore.
Patrick is about to do Sam in when Lia jumps in and tells him to let Sam go. Patrick justifies it since he tried to kill them, but Lia insists she's the one that gave Sam the spell. Patrick stops and Sam gasps for air. Patrick is stunned and caresses her with disbelief. "Why?" "You know why," she says. She holds the locket again. Patrick takes this with some devastation and then goes back to Sam. "Keep playing." Sam looks scared shitless, and I'm not sure if he really is or not.
Okay, I'm going to be jumping around a lot from here. This is a short attention span script. Bobby and Dean are trying to figure out what went wrong. They realize the faulty item was the toothpick. Now Dean must get the DNA. Dean sarcastically harps "Oh goodie, more stairs." Back to the cards and Sam looks worried. Back to Dean who's in the apartment and he can't find anything. Back to Sam who's squirmy and a bit jumpy and bets a nice stack of chips. Patrick goes through his analysis over Sam's hastiness. He must have a great hand, but his eager behavior has robbed him a chance to win big. He folds and guesses Sam had a pair of ladies, which are Queens, right?
Sam takes the pile of chips and shows his cards. A three and five, which is nothing. He was bluffing. Patrick is restrained but somewhat miffed. If Sam had time, he could make quite a card player out of him. "I got time," Sam says. Get Patrick mad and this is where he must play dirty. "Maybe, but I can't say the same for Dean. Your brother's going to be dead soon. And when I say soon (leans forward with ominous pause) I mean minutes." Seriously, is Sam that easy a read? Pushing the Dean button? Sam goes into full fledged panic mode and gets up, but Patrick uses his hand-o-doom to sit Sam back down. "The game's not over until I say it is." They throw in their bets for the next round.
Back to older Dean at Patrick's penthouse, who spots a mostly empty glass of wine. There's his DNA. Of course that's right when Dean's fatal heart attack kicks in. Figures. Back to the card game, which is moving along at a frantic pace now. Sam is positively out of his mind trying to rush things along. Patrick goes back into psychoanalyst mode and surmises that when it's about his brother he gets so emotional Sam's brain flies out the window. You know, that was true a few seasons ago, but now, not so much. Sam tells him to go to Hell. That's the best you can come up with Sam? Flip to older Dean on the floor, and he's not good.
Sam pushes all his chips to the center in a hurry. "I'm all in." This worries Lia to no end and even Patrick's a little thrown back. "Don't do that Sam," he sadly says. Sam goes to his full defiance mode. "I can't leave until it's over, then it's over!" Patrick warns him there's poker and then there's suicide. You see, I just don't get this Patrick guy. He seems legitimately concerned. Maybe because he likes robbing people of years fair and square. But he started the emotional blackmail. Sam tells him to play the hand. Bobby now is trying to talk to Dean on the phone and getting nothing. Dean is on the ground, slipping away. Oh boy this is exciting!
Patrick slides in his chips while Sam goes crazy. Patrick deals the final cards and then back to Bobby trying to talk to Dean on the phone. Dean gasps, Sam watches the cards with worry, Patrick watches Sam, Sam watches Patrick. Patrick watches Sam. Sam, oh come on, end this. Now it goes to Lia. Cards, Sam for a close up, Patrick for a close up, dying Dean for a close up, Bobby closer, Sam closer, Patrick closer, Sam's eyes, Patrick's eyes and who the hell approved this edit? It's way too over the top!