Welcome to season seven of Supernatural!! Our new title card is a bleak black and white that I first thought may be a comment on the blighted condition of our heroes, and then I thought perhaps it was letting us know that good and evil will be pretty cut and dry this season, but after the second episode, it may just be leviathan blood oozing into the world of Supernatural. Maybe it’s all three!!

Anyhoo, these episodes resolved some stuff, and set up what looks like is the Big Bad of the season, the Leviathan(s). They were fast paced and had some fun twists and turns.  I am so excited – and it’s been a while since this show really excited me.

First off, we resolved the GodCas issue much quicker than I expected. BOOM, and within an episode and an opening scene our sweet little angel did his Godly best to clean up the world, redeem himself in the eyes of Dean, and head off into the drink under the control of the Leviathans just before his vessel disintegrated into a black and red mushy mess. Misha Collins was freakin’ fantastic in this, and it makes me sad that smaller shows like this never get any Emmy love. Dean pulling the ever-present trench outta the reservoir was a sad, sad moment, and Jensen Ackles once again proves that he is the heart of this show. Poor Dean, had to say goodbye to his bestest buddy, and one of my favorite TV pairs bites the dust. Loved the dream of an all powerful god smiting the hypocritical and corrupt of the world, and the running newscasts of who and what were being destroyed was amusing. It was a good and sad end to the Castiel saga, and there is a teeny, tiny part of me that hopes he will turn up again one day… but I kinda hope not, too.

So it turns out, after the leviathans disperse into the water reservoir, and then throw themselves into some innocent bystander types a la the X-Files black oil, we find out that they seem to have a leader, have orders to follow, but certainly have got a bit of a learning curve to get through. After some stumbling about, and getting their bearings, they come up with a plan to open a buffet, of sorts, at Sioux Falls General Hospital, where Sheriff Mills just happens to be recouping from appendectomy surgery. She is recovered just enough to figure out there are shenanigans going on with her ridiculously handsome and charming doctor, and gives Bobby a heads up, alerting the Winchester crew that the leviathans are spreading. One by one, everyone heads out to the hospital… or do they???!!!!!

Here’s where the fun of Sam’s hallucinations takes hold in the storytelling. A nicely done trick makes us think that Dean needs Sam’s help, and we go on a twisty little trip through Sam’s pain, and being wildly entertained by Mark Pellegrino as Lucifer. I know some people hate the continuing story of poor widdle Sammy, but his journey with Lucifer taunting him wonderfully along the way has opened the brother’s relationship greatly. And we even get Dean talking to Sammy about his time in Hell! No more hiding, no more angsty stupidness. Dean gets to sympathize and console his brother, and after that awesome fight in the junk yard,we actually see concern and brotherly love! It is an aspect of the Winchester story that has been greatly lacking for many seasons, and I was thrilled to see it all through this last episode.

We end this two episode thrill ride with a crushed leviathan that seems to just be waylaid, Dean with a broken leg and Sam seizing as the ambulance careens our pretty heroes back to the Hospital of Doom, and Bobby disturbingly missing.

Oh yeah, and they BURNED DOWN BOBBY’S HOUSE!!!  Yowza, that is some good shit, writers.