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I know, the episode about which most of the fandom gushes. For me, it isn’t just the fact that “Renegade,” by Styx played at the end—as awesome as that admittedly was—but because of the intense, almost comic book-y feel of the episode. Not just talking about the very beginning, where the helicopters were cruising between the buildings, that grayish-blue tint to the skyline and the spotlights going over the windows, either. More, the suspenseful, but at the same time darkly comical, atmosphere of the episode. From the hostage situation to the tenseness of having to find the ’shifter while simultaneously trying to keep a leash on the Feds, Ronald, and the creepy crawlie in the bank (poor Sam with his juggling Ronald’s glee and the hostages) to the Oh, shit-ness of Sam and Dean’s situation just made this episode phenomenal.
Of course, it’s Supernatural and thus not without tragedy, in this case it being Ronald’s death. Though there’s been many, many deaths in the show, Ronald’s was one of the saddest. I quite liked the dude. Granted, he came back briefly in season four, but still. I loved his geekiness about the supposed Mandroid and then shapeshifter, and his “This is not a robbery!” He was just so adorkable, and didn’t deserve to die. But that’s Show for you.
Also, on a shallow note, I loved Dean’s shirt in this. He looked lovely in it, and I’m regretful we’ve only seen it once (I think; and don’t ask me the episode) since then.
8. Point of No Return
ADAMMMM. Can I leave it at that? No? Okay, fine.
Even disregarding the fact that this was the 100th episode, it was splendiferous. Dean’s packing up his belongings at the beginning, the letter-writing to Sam, Cas, and Lisa (I’m positive on the first, and spitballing with the last two, from what I could read of the letter; remarkably, Dean’s handwriting is pretty damn good for a dude), the checking of his Colt M1911 magazine before putting it in the box, his folding of the jacket and doing the same, all of it punctuated by somber music and Dean drinking hard liquor made it the perfect opening. Incidentally, it was also the point at which I knew I was going to be done for. I stole a box of Kleenex from my roommate, in fact, and used most of it.
From there, it all went downhill. Not in quality, no sir, but in terms of my emotional strength. There were only two smudge marks in this episode as far as I’m concerned: Bobby, and Zach’s later comment upon which I shall not elaborate (the latter chiefly because I already did so here and would not like to revisit). Oh, Bobby. I really, really do not like the guy. Not as much as I don’t like John, but...I dunno. I like Jim Beaver just fine, but Bobby just gets under my skin for some reason. One of the bright spots in “Swan Song,” actually; though Bobby doesn’t stay dead or anything, it sounds as if he won’t be in many episodes in season six. So (my) happiness for that.
I hated Bobby’s guilt tripping of Dean. I hate how in “Lucifer Rising” he yelled at him in such a godawful manner. Sure, the boy needs some sense knocked into him now and again, but in my opinion, Bobby was going about it all wrong. In “Point of No Return,” Dean was already at his rope’s end, hanging on by his fingernails to already fraying fibers. He was doing what in his mind was the right option—and, until Sam came up with his harebrained plan to take in Lucifer, the only option—and, to be honest, the one I personally thought was best. Bobby hammering Dean’s emotions was not the wisest idea.
But anyway. I loved Adam’s return, and I adore Jake Abel, so I’m glad we got to see him again, and that he made another appearance in the finale as well. He was so not the ghoul’s version of Jake, nor was he the ghoul, but an entirely separate person. Someone who was a hundred percent Winchester, through and through. He was a perfect amalgamation of both Sam and Dean, and I loved him for it. I was sad that he was sacrificed at the end, but, again, this is Supernatural. No one, certainly not a Winchester, is safe.
This is an episode I could rewatch over and over and over again (so long as I fast-forward through the Bobby and Zach meh-moments), and not only enjoy it even more each time, but find new nuances and such that I may not have caught before. Gorgeously shot, gorgeously acted, gorgeously dialogued, gorgeously everything.