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Death starts eating more himself and Dean asks Death how old he is. As old as God, maybe older. "Neither of us can remember anymore. Life, death, chicken, egg, regardless, at the end I'll reap him too." Wow, I never thought of God not being immortal. Dean is surprised to hear that. "God, you'll reap God?" "Yes, God will die too Dean." As if Dean wasn't unsettled enough! "Well this is way above my pay grade." That's an understatement! "Just a bit," Death answers.
Dean, looking like he wants to run screaming but knows he can't, instead asks why he's still breathing and what does Death want. "The leash around my neck off." Lucifer has Death bound to him by some unseemly little spell. He has him where he wants, when he wants. "That's why I couldn't go to you. I had to wait for you to catch up. He made me his weapon. Hurricanes, floods, raising the dead. I'm more powerful than you can process and I'm enslaved to a bratty child having a tantrum." Wow, this is cool. Death is a member of Team Freewill!
"Did you think I can unbind you?" Dean asks, still confused by the whole matter. "There's your ridiculous bravado again of course you can't. But you can help take the bullets out of Lucifer's gun." He shows Dean his ring hand. "I understand you want this." Dean confirms. "I'm inclined to give it to you." Dean repeats that because he can't believe what he's hearing. "That's what I said," Death replies. "What about Chicago?" Dean asks, thinking about the more pressing short term matter right now. Death stares some more. "I suppose you can stay. I like the pizza." Well that's good. I guess that's another win for Dean.
Oh, not so fast. Out of the frying pan into the fire. Death takes the ring off his finger and holds it. "There are conditions." Oh yes, there has to be a gotcha. Nothing ever works out cleanly for these guys. "You have to do whatever it takes to put Lucifer in his cell." Dean agrees, but he really doesn't know what he's agreeing to. "Whatever it takes." "That's the plan," Dean says. You really don't know what he means, do you Dean? "No plan, not yet. Your brother, he's the one that can stop Lucifer, the only one." Dean's really bothered now. "What you think-" "I know," Death says cutting him off. "So I need a promise. You're going to let your brother jump right into that fiery pit."
Dean says nothing for his heart is crumpling right now. Death holds out the ring closer. "Well, do I have your word?" Dean, realizing he's been backed into a corner, stares at the ring for a few seconds contemplating and then says yes. "That had been better be "˜yes' Dean. You know you can't cheat Death." Dean swallows hard, for now he's totally crushed now and more intimidated than I've ever seen him. He's not getting out of this one. He takes the ring from Death. "Now, would you like the instruction manual?" The weather outside clears up and the final shot is from the outside with Dean clutching onto the ring while Death stares at him. Whew, what an intense scene!!! Excuse me, I'm a little lightheaded after holding my breath so long.
So, Crowley obviously setup up this meeting on the sly as to not create suspicion. Part of the bargain involved getting his sickle back. I wonder what else Crowley has bargained for. Also, note how the lightening kept striking during that scene, lighting up Death's already pale face and casting doom to the already creepy scene. So cool! Just a great scene all around.
Dean is outside at Bobby's salvage yard playing with the four rings on a table. It looks like War's is in the center and the other three surround it. When Dean pushes Death's ring in there, they converge. That is the key to Lucifer's box? Bobby arrives. Dean jokes, asking Bobby how it went with the Rockettes audition. "High kicks fair. Boobs need work." TMI. He tells Dean he walked up and down stairs all night for no damned reason. He's sore. "Feels so good, I'm scared it's a dream. But then I remember that the world's dying bloody so-" He's got a point.
Bobby hands him a beer and Dean does the ring trick for him. Bobby goes to touch and then avoids it. Wise move! "So Death told you how to operate those, the whole deal?" Dean thinks its nuts. "Course I've got bigger problems now." Bobby asks what. "What do you think Death does to people that lie to his face?" You see, I don't think you lied Dean. I just think you're having second thoughts. "Nothing good," Bobby figures and wants to know what he said. "That I was cool with Sam driving the bus on the whole Lucifer plan." Bobby is surprised to hear that. "So Death thinks that Sam ought to say yes huh?" "Yeah," Dean confirms. Dean thinks Death would say that though since he works for Lucifer. "Against his will," Bobby points out. You see, I think Dean believes that, but he doesn't want to believe it. "Well I say take his big fat sob story with a grain of salt. I mean he is Death."
"Exactly Death," Bobby says. "Think of the kind of bird's eye view." Dean can't believe Bobby is saying that. "What happened to you being against this?" "Look, I'm not saying that Sam ain't half full of character defects, but-" Dean wants to know but what. Bobby tells Dean about back at Niveus where Sam went back for one person after another. He must of have saved ten of them. He never stopped, he never slowed down. "We're hard on him Dean. We've always been. But, in the meantime, he's been running into burning buildings since he was what, 12?" "Pretty much," Dean answers. "Look, Sam's got a darkness in him, I'm not saying he don't, but he's got a hell of a lot of good too." Dean takes this in, accepting Bobby is right but still unsettled over where he's going with this.
Bobby continues. "Then you know that Sam will beat The Devil or die trying. That's the best we can ask for." Now for the tagline, the one that takes us to that promo that has us screaming for next week. "So I've gotta ask Dean. What exactly are you afraid of? Losing, or losing your brother?" Close on Dean's troubled face. I say the latter!
Oh my my. I haven't been this keyed for a finale since season three. "No Rest For The Wicked" had me in knots both before and after for days. Bring it on!