The shattered and miserable, yet decisive look on Samâ€™s face makes it clear â€“ itâ€™s his dying wish. We donâ€™t hear it, but Dean makes that promise.
So they arrive in Detroit, still â€“ naively â€“ hoping the devil might not know about the rings and their purpose. Perhaps itâ€™s a blessing that they are not aware yet of the full extent of the trap theyâ€™re walking into. My blood, however, is running cold. Iâ€™m afraid for them.
The moment of good-bye has come, and Sam shares a desperate embrace with his second father whose heart is breaking. He tries to remind Sam of the fight he has to fight, but can hardly hold back his tears. Bobbyâ€™s not fooling anyone, and he does not have to. Everyone knows how hopeless the situation is. But keeping your spirits up, in whatever way, is crucial in an hour like this.
As Sam steps up to Castiel, asking him to look out for his remaining family, Cas, matter of fact and indeed sucking at good-byes, fails miserably and eventually tries to reassure Sam with a bad Dean impersonation (I imagine he tries to come back with an expression heâ€™s seen Dean deliver countless times â€“ which turns out to be the only actually kinda funny moment of this episode. I canâ€™t laugh, though. Anything in the neighbourhood of laughter gets stuck in my throat at this point). â€˜Just stop talkingâ€™, is all Sam can ask. Heâ€™s talking the words out of my mouth.
And as Sam makes himself ready to drown that huge amount of bloodâ€¦ I want to step in like a deus ex machina and save them. Ah, Iâ€™m only a viewer. Rightâ€¦
Who can swallow that much fluid at once? From that alone Sam must be exhausted. And must feel it â€“ that familiar sensation of the energy of the blood cursing through his veins. Liquid fire, I imagine. Powerful. And terrible.
â€˜Okay, letâ€™s go.â€™ Sam canâ€™t wait a minute. He needs this defiance, his anger to get his destructive engine running, while Dean watches helplessly. Thereâ€™s not much he can do now to help him, except just being at his side. Sam musters up all accessible bravado and challenges the â€˜the sons of bitchesâ€™. This is the beginning of the end.
Once more Chuckâ€™s narration serves as a breather amidst the intense scenes, and â€“ frankly â€“ Iâ€™m somewhat desperate for that. Gentle music in the background, scenes in soft colours, he tells us of the Impalaâ€™s history, and her blemishes that make her beautiful. â€˜The devil doesnâ€™t know or care what car the boys driveâ€™ which is stupid ignorance, because this car, eventually, will be hugely responsible for his downfall.
â€˜Deal of the century â€“ I give you a free rideâ€¦â€™
The devil is not one to be fooled. Not even by two determined brothers. And Samâ€™s demonstration of his strength doesnâ€™t impress him at all.
We have never seen Sam this powerful. Like a dark Jedi he closes his eyes, breathes in â€¦ the demons drop dead, breathes out, his eyes cool, triumphant, defiant, aware of his power. Samâ€™s impatient. He wants to get it over with.
Dean, on the other hand, is growing more and more frightened and desperate. Is it possible at all what Jensen does in this scene belonging to the confrontation of Sam and Lucifer â€“ he enhances everything with the look in his eyes that tell us exactly what this man is going through. He canâ€™t keep Sam from saying yes.
â€˜So he knows. Doesnâ€™t change anything.â€™ I does for Dean, I think, but he still backs Samâ€™s play. As Lucifer challenges Sam to a battle of wits, echoing the words he addressed Dean with in The End (â€˜one round, no tricks, you win, you jump in the hole. I winâ€¦ then I win.â€™), Sam agrees to his conditions â€“ and blinding, invading light alerts us that it has happened.
Dean, the one still standing, performs the ritual of the rings and opens the door to Luciferâ€™s cageâ€¦ a black hole, sucking everything inâ€¦ who knows where it leads toâ€¦? He helps Sam who has been unconscious up â€“ the last thing he can do for his brother: remind him of the task at hand, spur him on to do what they came here for: â€˜Sam, you gotta go now! Run! Go now, Sammy! Now!â€™
Trying to reassure Samâ€¦ and as Sam turns to that terrible hole in the wall, after giving an Oscar worthy performance of a bewildered Sam, mocking him, Lucifer looks at Dean.
Cool. Triumphant. Aware of his power. Condescending. Beautiful. Horrific. He is Lucifer. â€˜Samâ€™s long gone.â€™
What Jared does here with his voice alone blows my mind. Itâ€™s darker, colder, bereft of the compassion we usually find there. Heâ€™s speaking icy daggers, in a more distinctive manner than he normally does.
It hurts almost physically to follow this scene. Even more as Dean is left, his breath hitching, in tears. Lost and alone.
â€˜This is your life, Azazelâ€™s gang, watching you since you were a rugrat, jerking you around.â€™
Jaredâ€™s performance continues to amaze me. As he walks through an assembly of people or demons which resembles hauntingly a wax cabinet, cracking his knuckles heâ€™s all dominance and power. Electrifying. Itâ€™s not easy to convey that kind of energy by body language â€“ Sam is gone. Heâ€™s disappeared behind Lucifer who tries to get a heart-to-heart with his favouriteâ€¦
Lucifer: â€˜Sam, come on, I can feel you scratching away in there. Look, Iâ€™m gonna take the gag off, okay? You got me all wrong, kiddo. Iâ€™m not the bad guy here.â€™