“I know. I know how you see yourself, Dean. You see yourself the same way our enemies see you. You’re destructive and you’re angry and you’re broken. Daddy’s Blunt Instrument. And you think that hate and anger—that’s what drives you. That’s who you are. It’s not.”
Amara is living her best luxury volcanic hot spring and glass of red wine with a side of Haruki Murakami life in Iceland. She gazes up at the billions of stars that spread across the inky dark sky. A shooting-star streaks overhead, followed closely by another … and another … until the heavens are filled with a shimmering cosmic light show.
The Chuck and Cascifer reunion isn’t going well. Chuck just wants to let bygones be and move on. Cascifer isn’t ready to let go of the hurt of being discarded or his anger that Dad likes his new family better. He’s also decided that the fight against the Darkness isn’t bigger than family.
“The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Team Amara. Go Amara.”
Cascifer is acting like a snotty teen, right down to locking himself in Sam’s room and blasting angry music. “This is like the worst episode of Full House ever.” Dean isn’t wrong, and it’s only the first of many elements in this episode that I don’t care for. Lucifer has lost his menace, and without it, he just seems small. He’s an angel. He’s the Morningstar. But he feels too human here, and I don’t like it.