A tragedy from the human perspective
But Castiel keeps denying things while he’s in the Holy Oil circle.
And then Dean looks at him. And gets his attention. And asks for the truth. Or just, asks him to honestly say that these accusations are wrong. And when Castiel looks away, it just destroys and shatters everything.
After that Dean doesn’t even want to listen. He did his listening and doesn’t want to anymore. Because he’s furious and hurt and how could he do this. Bobby and Sam interrogating him further doesn’t help much either, especially with the whole “Did you bring me back soulless on purpose?” bit since, yeah, they are thinking a lot of things.
Then there’s that Castiel should’ve come to them. He knows he should have, and Dean’s angry that he didn’t. And Dean believes they can fix things.
But then Castiel says it’s not broken. And that’s where the problems start.
I think it’s sick and twisted that this is my favourite episode and yet it rips my heart out of my chest, puts it on a spiky leash, and then drags it down an endless path of fire and glass shards and legos
And you can just see when Castiel slips up how Dean’s whole face changes.
Because now all his suspicions are screaming in his face.
And that’s the beginning of the end oh please help me
Dean’s face when Sam and Bobby are talking about their suspicions.
He’s really listening to what they’re saying, and it hurts him to even hear that. Because, just as Castiel said, every instinct is telling him otherwise. You can see the pain on his face, how much he really doesn’t want to believe it.
Surely an angel—not just any angel, his closest friend, his family—would remain loyal, right? He’d stay true, and keep him safe, and never lie. He’s thinking that this is CAS and HE WOULDN’T DO THAT.
And all the while Castiel’s there, invisible, listening in, watching Dean struggle, harbouring the fact that all that Dean doesn’t want to hear is true.
Nothing like choking on blood on a Sunday morning afternoon
My cat doesn’t even wanna watch it anymore
Guess I’ll die alone
I think I can—
Stop looking at the camera you beautiful asshole
Hey I made it past the flashbacks with only a few screams of pain maybe I can—
nOPE!!!
Okay okay okay
So I’m really psyched about this Purgatory plotline and Dean and Castiel being there together (yes yes Destiel feels blah blah)
But then there’s the overwhelming sadness of Sam being completely alone—not even Bobby to lean on—and that’s also really concerning me. But it should also open up a lot of development and so on for when season eight starts up.
Plus, since I’m going to assume it takes a little while to get Dean and Castiel out, it gives the brothers a chance to grow while their apart a little (something that Carver has done in the past and did very well with). Obviously it’s sad but we know they’ll be back together soon.
Overall this whole concept and set-up is ultimately exciting me because even though it’s horribly depressing while simultaneously being a source of much joy, things are really, really, really looking good for season eight.
TL;DR MY EMOTIONS ARE EVERYWHERE CAN WE HAVE SEASON EIGHT NOW?
I forgot how to breathe
