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"I had, you know, help." So, what do you know, help arrives! It's the fifth member of Team Freewill, the one that still has to be given the full fledged initiation and secret handshake. He probably made a deal for that anyway. Crowley pours Bobby's cheap whiskey into a glass. "Don't be so modest, I barely helped at all." He greets the boys, sniffs the whiskey, is appalled and puts it down. You should have brought your own diva!
"Go ahead, tell them," Crowley tells Bobby. Bobby is giving him a "drop dead" stare. Sam and Dean instantly turn to Bobby, demanding what's going on. "Tell us what?" Sam says in a scolding tone. "The world's going to end. It seems stupid to get precious over one little soul." Dean has a fit, Castiel looks down like it's the stupidest mistake he's ever heard. Crowley claims he pawned it and fully intends on giving it back. Dean demands he does and Crowley says he will. "Now!" Dean orders. Sam is too fixated on, well, the perverted stuff. Always the quiet ones. "Did you kiss him?" Dean looks at Sam weird. "Just wondering.
Everyone shuts up and looks at Bobby now with weird faces. "No!" he denies. Crowley, just because he is not only evil, he's deliciously evil, clears his throat and produces an iPhone. Always the best technology for the demon deals. I read on Twitter from one of the crew that it took a million tries to get that picture because Mark Sheppard kept cracking up. He had the entire crew on the floor in tears. Bobby is now humiliated, asking "Why'd you take a picture?" Crowley has a smart answer. "Why'd you have to use tongue?" Back to Sam and Dean again looking at Bobby really disturbed.
Dean puts an end to this madness, getting back to the point. He tells Crowley to give Bobby back his soul now. Crowley says he can't. "Can't or won't?" Dean asks. Okay, get an honest answer if you want. Won't. It's insurance. Dean doesn't get it. "You kill demons. Gigantor over there has a temper issue about it." Ha, I need to really get together all of the nicknames for Sam. That's a good one! Crowley concludes Dean won't kill him as long as he has that soul. Bobby calls him a son of a bitch and I actually think Crowley feels bad about screwing Bobby, but he does have a point. He promises he'll return it. "After this is all over and I can walk safely away. Do we all understand each other!" The silent glares must mean yes.
Dean packs the Impala trunk full of"¦uh"¦supplies I guess when Sam comes up with that "we need to talk" look and big sigh. "Let me guess, we're about to have a talk," Dean says. You do know your brother, don't you? "Look Dean, for the record, I agree with you. About me. You think I'm too weak to take on Lucifer, well, so do I. Believe me, I know exactly how screwed up I am. You, Bobby, Cas, I'm the least of any of you." Aw Sammy, you're very special too. Don't worry, Cas is just as messed up as you are. Dean rolls his eyes and tries to deny that, but Sam goes on. "It's true, it is, but I'm also all we've got. If there was another way, but I don't think there is, there's just me. So I don't know what else to do, except just try to do what's gotta be done." Oh Sammy, you have grown up so much. Once you miraculously survive all this though, can you start working on those low self esteem issues? Please?
Before Dean can answer, Crowley interrupts, running his hand down his face miming drama. Way to spoil a moment you demon. Crowley gets right to the point and hands a paper to Sam. Niveus Pharmaceuticals is rushing delivery of its swine flu vaccine. "To stem the tide of unprecedented outbreak." It leaves Wednesday. Crowley points out the company name, but the point is lost on Sam and Dean. "You two are lucky you have your looks." Hee, you see, even the gay demon gets it. He reminds Sam that Brady is the VP of distribution. He sees the lightbulbs go off in their head. "Ah yes, the sound of the abacus clicking?" I'd explain to all you young-ins what an abacus is, but just wiki it.
They put it together, Pestilence was spreading swine flu and the vaccine is"¦Crowley interrupts, staking his reputation, which isn't exactly saying much, that the vaccine is loaded with Croatoan virus. The dastardly plan hits Sam. "Simultaneous country wide distribution. It's quite a plan." "You don't get to be horsemen for nothing," Crowley says. I wonder if there were auditions all those years ago. "So you boys better stock up on, well, everything. This time next Thursday, we'll all be living in zombie land." Man, Thursdays are so brutal!
This is where Sera Gamble goes to Phil Sgriccia and says, "Man, do I have something cool for you! How would you like to shoot a scene with no dialogue where Death makes his grand arrival? Run with it." Okay, that's how I picture it happening anyway. Just like with the promo ads from this season, on comes the Jennifer Titus haunting yet contemporary version of the old spiritual "O Death." The tempo of the song is slow so Death's arrival goes in eerie slo-mo. It starts with the caption "Chicago, Illinois" and there's a POV from under an L-Train. The skies are dark and gloomy.
Won't you spare me over another year
An absolutely GORGEOUS 1960 Custom Cadillac Sixty-Two two door hardtop pulls up to the curb. A man slowly gets out of the Cadillac. He's got a nice suit on, a long black coat, walks with a cane and oh, he's got a big ring! Must be our guy.
Well what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me
This dude, obviously Death since he comes with a theme song, is boney looking, pale, very thin and calmly strolls down the bustling sidewalk of Chicago. Then some mindless idiot checking his Blackberry bumps into Death and is rude enough (not to mention totally stupid) to tell to him to watch where he's walking. You're going down.
When God is gone and the Devil takes hold
Who will have mercy on your soul
So all Death has to do is flick his shoulder with his hand. Stupid idiot suddenly gets pale and collapses onto the sidewalk while Death walks on.
Bystanders rush to the fallen man's aid while the wind blows and leaves fly everywhere, but it's way too late.
My name is Death and the end is here.
There is no amount of description I can give that will do that scene justice. It's brilliant. Bravo Phil Sgriccia and all involved.