The prophecy is shot to hell -- er, so to speak. The outcome as prophesied by Chuck was changed thanks to Castiel. Zachariah is Dean's Azazel, and that sumbitch ain't dead.

I think Dean's main goal will be to save humanity, ignoring what any angels want. I also see Sam trying to redeem himself somehow. He's been a patsy this whole time and ended up doing the unthinkable by giving Ruby the go ahead to "murder" a nurse.

Or... or... or... Castiel is rogue now. I'm thinking Cas is going to be on the run. Dean is no longer under Zachariah's control, but I wonder if Zachariah will hold Sam's soul hostage in an attempt to get and keep Dean in line.

It wasn't exactly my full name. I'm Cindy McLennan. The nurse was Cindy McKellan (although lots of TWoP people thought it was McLellan, also not my name). But? Since people have been spelling and saying my name wrong my entire life, I'm taking it as if it were as much of a shout out as if they'd gotten my correct last name. Also, the TWoP posters were sure it was, long before I said anything. Getting bled to death by Sam may not be the same as getting degloved or de-faced or whatever by Minear, but it's good enough for me.

The finale blew my mind, you all. It was just so OH, BOYS!

I need warm chocolate pudding and a blanket, stat, because they need some mothering. Big time. Poor angels.

And God? I don't think he's the absentee landloard Zac is making him out to be. I suspect he's testing everyone, from his arch angels down to the human meat sacks who aren't so sure about him. And Castiel (and Dean) is (are) doing the right thing by asking questions and following what he (they) believe(s) to be right.

For a second there, I thought Dean was going to start drinking blood too.

I was sooooo hoping that was what was going to happen. I mean, Castiel drawing occult symbols in his own blood is pretty hardcore, so good for him. But wow, I wanted the symmetry of Dean drinking blood, too.

Speaking of symmetry, I also really REALLY wanted Lilith (blond, in a white gown) to be sucked up to the ceiling and burst into flame while Sam was psychically destroying her. Because THAT would have been an awesome call-back.

BOBBY LIVED. I TOLD YOU SO.

You know one thing that was cool in this ending. It caught something of the essence of most horror. Most horror is a story about choosing between evils after you've blown all the choices that could have given you good options. You could have had waited until the rain ended to take that country road, stayed out of that haunted house, not picked up that hitchiker - whatever. Or maybe it was someone else who could have made a better choice - not pledged you as a sacrifice, not opened the gateway that lets in demons. But whoever's fault it is the chance for good choices has passed. And now all that is left is choosing between evils. That is where Sam and Dean are (and where they often are): out of good choices and needing to pick between evils.

Oh minor point: there is another way the pledge could mean something different than the Angels think it means. Dean swore to serve God and his Angels. And someone pointed out upthread that if God has left the building, the pledge is invalid. But if God has NOT left the building, then if the will of the Angels conflicts with the will of God, God takes precedence over the Angels. So Dean can kick Angel ass and still keep his promise so long as he is serving God.

That was a shoutout? To our TopicCindy? Kewl.

HOLY SHIT IT WAS I DIDN'T EVEN CATCH THAT AWESOME!!!!

Austin asked me to report that she changed computers and doesn't have her password on the one she's using. She's waiting on a stompy to reset her password, meantime she's locked out from posting. But she says thanks for the birthday wishes, and she's having a ball reading everyone's reaction.

::waves at Austin::

Ooh, Shout out to TopicCindy!

My bff is convinced that Sam was looking happy at Lucifur being freed - welcoming him in, so to speak.

I didn't get that AT ALL. Did you?

My bff is convinced that Sam was looking happy at Lucifur being freed - welcoming him in, so to speak.

I think the way he said, "He's coming," is open to interpretation. But ... I am choosing to interpret it as a major, "GodDAMN, I fucked up."

::sticks head back in sand::