დინის ბოლო დღე – No Rest for the Wicked

Bobby totally rocked:

Bobby: Do I look like a ditchable prom date to you?
Sam: No Bobby, of course not.
Dean: This is about me. And Sam. This isn’t your fight.
Bobby: The hell it isn’t. Family don’t end with blood, boy. Besides, you need me.
Dean: Bobby…
Bobby: You’re playing wounded. Tell me. How many hallucinations have you had so far?
Dean: How’d you know?
Bobby: Because I know what happens when you got hellhounds on your butt. And because I’m smart. I’ll follow. Don’t be stoppin’ to pee every ten minutes, either. 

Sam: So, what, now you’re seeing Demons?
Dean: I’ve been seeing all kinds of things lately, but nothing like this.
Bobby: Actually it’s not all that crazy.
Dean: How’s it not that crazy!?
Bobby: Well, you’ve got, what, just over 5 hours to go. You’re piercing the veil, Dean. You’re glimpsing the B-side.
Dean: A little less new age-y, please.
Bobby: You’re almost Hell’s bitch. So? You can see Hell’s other bitches.
Dean. Thank you.
Sam: Well, it’ll actually come in pretty handy.
Dean: Glad my doomed soul’s good for something.

We had the boys singing.

Sam: Hey Dean, if this doesn’t go the we want, I just want you to know that…
Dean: No, no, no, no, no.
Sam: No what?
Dean: You’re not gonna bust out the misty good-bye speech, ok? I mean if this is my last day on earth, I do not want it to be socially awkward. You know what I do want…*turns on the car radio to Bon Jovi’s Wanted Dead or Alive*
Sam: Bon Jovi?
Dean: Bon Jovi rocks…on occasion.

{Back in Born Under a Bad Sign, Sam disappears. Dean finds him in a motel: “You checked in two days ago under the name Richard Sambora. Of course, I think the scariest part about this whole thing is the fact that you’re a Bon Jovi fan.”}
{Dean is more a fan of Metallica, AC/DC, probably Van Halen, Led Zeppelin…}

Dean proceeds to sing and has Sam join in. It made me sad.

Then the heartbreaking stuff:

Sam: I’m not gonna let you go to Hell!
Dean: Yes you are! Yes you are. I’m sorry. I mean this is all my fault. I know that. But what you’re doing, it’s not going to save me. It’s only going to kill you.
Sam: Then, what am I supposed to do?
Dean: Keep fighting. Take care of my wheels. Sam, remember what Dad taught you. Remember what I taught you.

Suffice it to say, Kripke, you are an evil, evil man. You left us with Sam crying over Dean’s body torn and bloody from the Hellhounds, then Dean in Hell, or his own Hell, or Purgatory hanging from meat hooks screaming Sam’s name.

And then there is Dean: Why don’t we just make a T.J. run, ya know, some senioritas, cervezas, we could…what’s spanish for donkey show?
Sam: So if we do save you, let’s never do that.

Oh Dean, you perverted individual, you.

The original song Carry on Wayward Son by Kansas (and lyrics):

(Kerry Livgren)

Carry on my wayward son,
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I’m dreamin’,
I can hear them say

(Chorus)
Carry on my wayward son,
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely
means that I don’t know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I’m like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune, but
I hear the voices say

Carry on my wayward son,
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more

Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life’s no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you

Carry on my wayward son,
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry
Don’t you cry no more