Most people have heard of places like Treblinka and Auschwitz; but what is less known is that those camps were the result of the Nazi's during WWII realizing the drawbacks of their original methods of extermination. Genocide did not start with those camps, it ended with them. One of the early efforts was known as the The Einsatzgruppen. They would come into a town, collect all the Jewish citizens and anyone else deemed unreliable or worthless, march them out of town to a natural ravine, or worse force them to dig their own graves, where they would be ordered to lie down and if they were lucky shot, others lived, a few managing to scramble out to tell the tale of horror, but others died under the combined weight of the dead and the earth that covered them. Today nothing remains of the horror but human memory and a few old photos
I dreamed of Carthage, of the elderly and the infirm, of mothers, fathers and wives and children, watching as husbands and sons, friends and neighbors, people they would trust and run to in times of crisis, police, firemen and pastors become strangers. Worse than strangers, Monsters who dragged them to a field on an old farm, held them at gun point, maybe even killed some of them to discourage escape, while others dug a grave, and then they were marched inside it to die. If they were lucky, maybe they were shot, but its unlikely, Lucifer, would not have had a unit of the National Guard at his disposal, but he did have demons, strong enough to hold the terrified civilians in place, as one by one even the men, bodies broken beyond use, joined the others in the grave, until finally only a few remained top side to push the dirt over the bodies. No demon mojo would be needed now to hold the victims, they were caught, maybe mother's tried to protect their children with their bodies, a nurse her patient, an elderly man, his wife, but, it would have been hopeless and maybe would have even been crueler as air ran out and and lungs labored to breath, as backs struggled to bear the weight and failed, ribs breaking and crushing when strength gave way and they slowly died, while Lucifer waited for midnight and Death to appear.
If I had any complaint about this episode at all it is that Jo and Ellen's deaths over shadowed the nightmarish horror that is the Massacre of Carthage. Dean said it in "Lucifer Rising", "you know what's real, people, families that's real". Which is why, I guess in retrospect, I would have gladly traded Meg, explosions and all the other special effects for the writer to have found a way, in budget, to impress Dean, Sam, Jo, Ellen and us, with just how horrible the events of Carthage really were. But the past is past, so as we grieve for Ellen and Jo, characters who Kripke made us care for, and whose Actress's, final performances, brilliantly tugged at our hearts, let's not forget the real tragedy of Carthage.
Zaz - feeling kind of shell shocked - it was a really bad dream