I will admit to perhaps not being delighted with all recent SPN developments in terms of plot direction/lack-thereof, though I have been pleased enough.
But, like. Guys.
Guys.
- THE WHISTLE MAKES ME THEIR GOD.
- Oh Lord Dean Winchester takes girls to see I Spit On Your Grave. Whaaaaat??? (Also who is that actor? He creeps me out slightly.)
- Baby Sammy is a badass. (ETA: BADASS. Although "Dirk the Jerk" is reeeeeally unfortunate. "Slipped through my fingers" = so sad.)
- Is salting and burning the bones gonna be enough? (ETA: APPARENTLY NOT.)
- Aww, I love Mr. Wyatt. Why do I suspect he might be a demon? Okay good he's not.
- OH NO. RETURN OF DIRK THE JERK. Nice reversal. AUGH. POOR DIRK. Mmmmmph. But you know what, maybe he shouldn't have been quite so mean. I don't care anymore what grief does to people-- not after Psycho Roommate. Some stuff you Just Don't Do.
- Oh Dean. Why are you such a jerk who's been watching too many James Dean movies? Man, Amanda is right on.
- Yet again, Supernatural manages to create ambiguity in an otherwise straightforward story, which I think it fabulous. It made me ... think about how I judge people, which is always good.