Meet The New Boss

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Demian: B- | 5 USERS: A+
The Hardy Boys Keep Losin', When They Oughta Not Bet

My Godly Baboo has the good grace to look ashamed at all of that, but only for a moment, and then he advances upon Death so the two might engage in a tawdry little pissing contest until Dean seethes for the two of them to "put [their] junk away" so Death can kill Castiel, now. "Fine!" Death shrugs, raising a hand above My Godly Baboo's head, but D'OH! Castiel -- never once cutting his glowering eyes away Dean's, mind you -- snaps his fingers, and that flickering length of ectoplasm immediately drops from Death's wrists. "Thank you," Death practically sings before leaning in to Castiel's ear and sardonically wondering, "Should we kick-box now?" Heh. My Godly Baboo chooses not to reply, so Death ambles over to a wingback chair, where he sits to begin snacking on the fried pickle chips Dean so thoughtfully procured Death's delectation. The Horseman makes some vague remark about "reaping someone very, very soon," but by the time he refocuses his attention on My Godly Baboo, Castiel's fluttered off to...

...Nebraska, where he materializes inside the vast storefront headquarters of one Michele Walker, a batshit Tea Party whackjob who nevertheless has a score of nubile young acolytes busily wrestling the phones for her reelection campaign. My Godly Baboo staggers forward with righteous murder in his eyes, only to be drawn up short when The Campaign Boy With Lines approaches to wonder what gives. "I'm here to see the senator," Castiel replies. "And this would be regarding...?" The Campaign Boy With Lines leads. "Abuse of power," My Godly Baboo growls, and do you see what they did there? Huh? Huh? 'Cause if you didn't, I could spend the next several unrecoverable minutes of my life explaining it to you, but you know, if you think you got it, then I'd be more than happy to keep this going. "Get what?!" Shut up, Raoul. "Hee!"

ANY-way, things go south pretty quickly when The Voices In My Godly Baboo's Head start screaming, but before we get to see anything good, the camera whisks us back to...

...Stately Fulgurite Manor, where it finds Our Intrepid Dimwits plus Bobby loitering nervously on the sidelines while Death slurps down the very last dregs of his soda, and once The Horseman has discarded his cup, Dean clears his throat as if to speak. "Shut up, Dean!" Death instantly snaps, and it's like I'm in love all over again for the very first time. Sigh. "I'm not here to tie your shoes every time you trip," Death impatiently reminds the bumbling, useless object of his immensely entertaining annoyance before chiding the moron like so: "I warned you about those souls how long ago? Long enough to stop that fool, and here we are -- again -- with your little planet on the edge of immolation!" "Maybe I should spend my effort on a better planet," he sighs, at long last rising to his feet to flee these dolts, and would that we all could join you, hon. Before he vanishes, though, and only because he finds "that little angel" "arrogant," Death does gift them all with the only solution they have left: They must compel My Godly Baboo to vomit all those souls back down into Purgatory, immediately. Mindful they'll need a lunar eclipse to reopen the portal, Death schedules another for that Sunday morning, just before dawn, and with that, he sweeps out of the room, though not before warning them all never to summon him again. And while part of me hopes Our Intrepid Idiots ignore Death's last warning because Julian Richings is just that awesome in the role, the majority of me realizes that this show would just fuck it all up if Death began appearing on a regular basis. I used to love Crowley, too, until they started tossing him into every other episode, and see what happened with that? "I do not!" Oh, knock it off, Raoul. "Hee!"

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