I liked this episode. Actually, I loved this episode. I loved the snippets of backstory for Sam and Dean in the Impala, I loved Cas and Bobby and Dean being the stubborn, wonderful fuckhead that he is, Lucifer and Michael and Sam--oh, my God, Sam--
It was a great season finale.
I'm a little concerned that I'm going to completely hate Season 6, though.
See, the reasons I love Supernatural are pretty straightforward: I dislike romantic drama, enjoy gratuitous angst, and am a sucker for emotionally repressed heroes saving the day in spite of themselves. The fact that they're rootless con artists with a sweet car plays pretty heavily into it, too, and the fact that the leads are all so very pretty is just gravy.
In short, if you dug around in my id and came up with a show designed to serve it, Supernatural would come pretty fucking close.
The problem is, now we have the happy(ish) ending. Dean and the pretty girl and the surrogate child who may or may not be his. And that's all well and dandy, but it doesn't really make for great drama.
Or, actually, it does, but not the kind I'm all that interested in watching. See above about disliking romantic drama. I like SPN for its epic battles and its badass drifters with hearts of gold. I don't have a whole lot of interest in watching Dean attempt to play suburban dad while the dark closes in around him.
It doesn't have to go that way, obviously. I've seen this show pull off storylines that I would have sworn up and down were irredeemable. But I'm still feeling...well. Cautious.