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Well, that was a different feel for a Supernatural finale, no? After a hugely enjoyable 11th season that saw some fantastic episodes (Baby! The Vessel! Don’t Call Me Shurley!), the season-long battle of darkness versus light ended with hand holding, family therapy, and a pillar of yin and yang smoke. Still, we’re left with two mysteries to ponder until the fall.
So. We start where we left off last week. God’s dying, which leaves Amara free to end all of creation because the cosmic balance between light and dark has been destroyed. And when the light outside starts to dim, it becomes clear that Amara’s going to end the world by slowly killing the sun.
In light of this (snerk!), our band of heroes, anti-heroes, and deities decide to drink away the rest of their hours on Earth.
Dean’s the first to throw in the towel. “Look, man, if you’ve got something for me to punch, shoot, or kill, let me know, and I’ll do it. I’ll do it until I die. But how are we supposed to fix the freaking sun?”
He has a point, so Rowena brews some tea, and she and Chuck trade stories about their children. Hers involves a pantsless Crowley’s “wee banger just flapping in the breeze” when he was a kid, and Chuck tells her Adam and Eve were the same way.
“Kids,” they say together, while Crowley mutters, “I’m so glad the world is ending.”
Meanwhile, Dean and Castiel (who was de-Lucifered thanks to Amara last week) go for a little cruise in Baby, and they hard-core discuss their feelings. Dean wants Cas to know that letting Lucifer possess him was the right choice, and he tells Cas how important he is to him and Sam: “You’re the best friend we’ve ever had. You’re our brother, Cas. I want you to know that.” Castiel’s clearly moved.
Sam’s the only one who’s not treating the end of the world like it’s last call, and he urges the group to do something, anything. They finally decide that if the balance of the universe is off with the Light dying, the only hope is to kill the Darkness, too. If the balance is restored, maybe the universe will survive. Chuck’s reluctant, but everyone else is on board.
Turns out, the way to kill God’s sister is to build a bomb of light. Chuck’s too weak to magic up the 10,000 suns set to supernova that it’ll take, so Castiel does some quick math. One soul equals 100 suns, and if they can collect enough, they might have a chance. Cas heads to Heaven and Crowley heads to Hell for souls, while Sam and Dean take off for the mega-haunted Waverly Hills Sanitarium to catch as many vengeful spirits as they can.
Unfortunately, the angel and the demon strike out; Heaven declined to help, and Hell’s souls were raided while Crowley was out of commission this season. And the Winchesters weren’t able to bust enough Caspers to build the weapon.
And then it’s Billie to the rescue! The reaper who hates the Winchesters doesn’t want to be out of a job, so she provides them with a soul smorgasbord. The 100,000 she offers are enough to make the Darkness-killing weapon. “Dead folks, kind of my thing,” she brags.
Ah, but there’s a catch. Now that they’ve got the bomb, someone will need to get close enough to Amara to set it off. And it can’t be carried; the bomb goes inside the carrier. Naturally, Dean steps up. Sam’s not pleased that yet again, his brother’s a voluntary sacrifice, but Rowena magics the bomb into Dean’s chest.
Before he heads out for certain death, he says his goodbye in the cemetery where his mother is buried. He asks Cas to keep Sam from doing anything stupid once he’s gone, and all Cas can do is hug him and offer to go with him. Dean just gives him a manly shoulder clasp.
Poor Sam can’t even look at him when it’s his turn for a farewell. They hug, both knowing it’s the last time they’ll see each other. And Dean’s final speech to the group is perfectly Dean: “Okay, look, I want a big funeral, all right? I’m talking epic. Open bar, choir, Sabbath cover band, and Gary Busey reading the eulogy.”
Then he looks around at the tombstones. “And for my ashes, I like it here. You know, as far as eternal resting places go …”
This whole time, Amara’s been wandering around a garden, waiting for the end and feeling worse and worse about the whole “killing everyone and everything” scheme. She bumps into an old woman who’s come to the garden to feed the pigeons. The woman’s husband has died, and her son’s talking about putting her in a home. “But you know family. Even when you hate them, you still love them,” she says. The divine hamster in Amara’s brain starts to turn in its wheel.
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