4x11
SHOOOOW I AM SO HAPPY TO HAVE YOU BACK.
And I was really enjoying this episode, in an above-average-but-no-Mystery-Spot kind of way, right up 'til the good ol' Boys Stand Around the Impala and Talk About Dean's Pain. Enoooough already. When do we get to talk about Sam's pain? I mean, okay, four months of grief probably isn't as bad as forty years of Hell (idk, it could be debatable), but it still sucked and I WANT SAM TO CRY.
There is something SO VERY WRONG WITH HIM right now, but I can't tell whether it's actually meant to seem that way or if I'm just thinking I can see it because I want Sampain and Show isn't giving me any.
THAT IS ALL I WANT, OKAY. JUST SOME SAM TEARS.
And also some psychicness :( I kept being all 'omg is Sam going to psychically sense the presence of the ghost? ... no. okay, omg is Sam going to psychically battle the ghost now she's stolen all their guns?? ... no.' Always with the no. Stop blocking Sam's psychic cock, please.
But heeeey, up 'til Dean smacked us in the face with the anvil of his pain, I WAS SERIOUSLY FREAKED OUT. The freaked out-ness did gradually dwindle as we moved from ghost to human to surprise incest twins, but OVERALL SERIOUSLY FUCKING CREEPY. I was torn between horror and lololing at how fucking lame Kripke is re the hand-licking. I bet he's been dying to slip that urban legend in ever since Hookman. LIVE THAT DREAM, LITTLE KRIP.
-- hang on a second, if the ghost was surprise incest twins all along, why was the EMF meter (omg EMF meter hi hi ♥) pinging at stuff? WHOOPS.
In conclusion, bullet-points from the notes I was scribbling as I watched:
This week on necrophilia watch: there was none :( Not a jot. What's going on here.
-- oh wait, I think I know, the necro had to move out to make room for all those giant heaps of incest.
Now brb, I'm going to fill my holes with Sam. bow chicka wow wow
WAIT HOW DID I FORGET TO MENTION. Dean wants him some hooker sheets, y/n?
(Now I kind of want to write a fic where Sam gets him hooker sheets for his birthday, and Dean is all '... I don't even have a bed', and Sam is all 'I know *foreheads* but. one day, you're gonna', and Dean is going to be all PSHAW, YEAH RIGHT but then Sam touches his hand (the hand still holding his hooker sheet) and Dean glances up and Sam's just. looking. at him.)
And I was really enjoying this episode, in an above-average-but-no-Mystery-Spot kind of way, right up 'til the good ol' Boys Stand Around the Impala and Talk About Dean's Pain. Enoooough already. When do we get to talk about Sam's pain? I mean, okay, four months of grief probably isn't as bad as forty years of Hell (idk, it could be debatable), but it still sucked and I WANT SAM TO CRY.
There is something SO VERY WRONG WITH HIM right now, but I can't tell whether it's actually meant to seem that way or if I'm just thinking I can see it because I want Sampain and Show isn't giving me any.
THAT IS ALL I WANT, OKAY. JUST SOME SAM TEARS.
And also some psychicness :( I kept being all 'omg is Sam going to psychically sense the presence of the ghost? ... no. okay, omg is Sam going to psychically battle the ghost now she's stolen all their guns?? ... no.' Always with the no. Stop blocking Sam's psychic cock, please.
But heeeey, up 'til Dean smacked us in the face with the anvil of his pain, I WAS SERIOUSLY FREAKED OUT. The freaked out-ness did gradually dwindle as we moved from ghost to human to surprise incest twins, but OVERALL SERIOUSLY FUCKING CREEPY. I was torn between horror and lololing at how fucking lame Kripke is re the hand-licking. I bet he's been dying to slip that urban legend in ever since Hookman. LIVE THAT DREAM, LITTLE KRIP.
-- hang on a second, if the ghost was surprise incest twins all along, why was the EMF meter (omg EMF meter hi hi ♥) pinging at stuff? WHOOPS.
In conclusion, bullet-points from the notes I was scribbling as I watched:
- OMG THE CAR SLEEPING. That brought me so much joy. Even if it were joy tinged with the 'oh no Dean is Not Talking about his pain, so there's probably going to be a Meaningful Impala Chat at the end' pain. Still. CAR SLEEPING. SLEEPY SAM IN THE BACKSEAT. Exactly.
- Speaking of which: Jesus Christ, Jared was massive in this ep. Also, his new hair makes me sad. It was so awful so often.
- I really enjoyed that the random cleaner they questioned kept her screendoor shut. I'm not sure why. It was just a nice little touch. I love it when people are freaked out by Winchesters.
- I HAVE THIS THEORY. Danny The Adorable Kid is going to grow up to become a Ghostfacer. C'mon, he was way cool in a crisis. He played ball with a surprise incest twin hiding in his wardrobe. Kid's got what it takes to FACE THE GHOSTS WHEN OTHERS WILL NOT.
- ~*Casper the pervy ghost*~
- Okay, admit it, who else lol'd at "Uncle Ted is Dead"? I just can't help myself. When something rhymes, I have to lol.
- WE'RE THE OPPOSITE OF OKAY, BUT WE'RE TOGETHER. ARE YOU LISTENING, WINCHESTERS? ARE YOU LISTENING TO THE FORESHADOWING?
This week on necrophilia watch: there was none :( Not a jot. What's going on here.
-- oh wait, I think I know, the necro had to move out to make room for all those giant heaps of incest.
Now brb, I'm going to fill my holes with Sam. bow chicka wow wow
WAIT HOW DID I FORGET TO MENTION. Dean wants him some hooker sheets, y/n?
(Now I kind of want to write a fic where Sam gets him hooker sheets for his birthday, and Dean is all '... I don't even have a bed', and Sam is all 'I know *foreheads* but. one day, you're gonna', and Dean is going to be all PSHAW, YEAH RIGHT but then Sam touches his hand (the hand still holding his hooker sheet) and Dean glances up and Sam's just. looking. at him.)