I’d like to welcome you all to the first Supernatural episode of 2017, which also happens to be the show’s 250th! And to generally sum up my feelings about it: I really, really liked it.
To refresh your memories, 2016 ended with Castiel losing Kelly, otherwise known as the woman carrying Lucifer’s baby, and Sam and Dean being arrested for an attempted assassination on the president. (In their defense, Lucifer had inhabited the president’s body.)
Now, we pick up with a member of the FBI updating some “big shot anti-terrorism” guy about the Winchesters, the accusations against them, the fact that they were on the FBI’s Most Wanted list in 2011, and just general highlights from their time on earth. It’s here that we learn Kelly is still nowhere to be found, and as far as this anti-terrorism big shot is concerned, Sam and Dean are not to be harmed. He believes they could be involved in a larger group, which means they’re to be interrogated.
No, we’re not talking about torture, because quite frankly, what haven’t these two already been through? Instead, they’re going to do the one thing that could potentially break Sam and Dean: leave them completely and utterly alone. With each brother in solitary, they have no one to talk to, nothing but horrible food to eat — Dean deals better with Sam in that department — and no hope of getting out.
So while Dean uses a loose screw from his bed frame to tally the number of days they’re kept in this new, very grey version of hell, Mick Davies, a member of the British Men of Letters, is using some kind of super cool typewriter to update his bosses overseas. It seems he’s having trouble connecting with American hunters. As much as he promises them a “new, better world,” they don’t like the idea of being told what to do. In other words, American hunters are “difficult,” which I’d say is an understatement.
When Castiel finally updates Mary on the situation, she says the one thing we all wanted to yell when it happened: “You left them?!” Yeah, it wasn’t a smart move. And now, they’re left to find a way to help without knowing where the boys have been taken. More bad news? Crowley isn’t interested in lending a hand. The way he puts it, “Sam and Dean, they’re like herpes: Just when you think they’re gone, hello, the boys are back!” So Crowley doesn’t seem too concerned with their whereabouts.
To pass the time, Mary gets back to hunting, even finishing jobs that Castiel can’t bring himself to complete. Poor Cas is crumbling under the weight of his mistakes, counting down to the hour just how long the boys have been gone. Currently, it’s at 6 weeks, 2 days, and 10 hours. That’s 6 weeks, 2 days, and 10 hours of working out, eating absolutely nothing green, and sleeping. At least until they die. Wait, what?
When the guard goes to deliver lunch one day, he realizes that Sam has passed out. Correction: He’s dead. And so is Dean. How? Well, that’s to be determined, but all we know is that the boys are currently lying at the morgue… not breathing.
NEXT: The Winchesters pull a Home Alone