Episode 3.05 HOW I CAME TO BE NAKED
Ok, this is where too much braining wth an oncoming migraine since Monday gets you on a Thursday night after your husband has gone to bed from being pukesick all day: taking pictures of your dog playing with random articles of clothing that he dragged into the living room from the closet, or this picture, from 1962 - a Chevy Corvair concept. Yes, I said 19 sixty effing two. Trust me, you want to see the car. Either way, I'm full of brainy thoughts about this episode and wandered around this week looking at everyone else's brains and you guessed it. It feels like the last time I blinked, it was 1985. I've not been well this week, show. Please forgive the squee delay.
I can't tell you that my reactions are fueled by one viewing this time, like usual, because I'm up to three and change, so I bring pretty pictures. I also can't tell you that I'm going to make any sense, bless the green label No.7 whiskey that's made in Tennessee, but I CAN tell you that this episode was moving toward what I've been waiting to see all season in so so so many ways. And it just took me until now to unroll my socks and show you how much I skinned my proverbial shins in great displays of OMGWTFBANANAPUDDING. Bedtime stories never punched me in the gut this good before.
The music! And the warped wood that will blow over... these people have too much fun.
I feel a pig theme so far. Bobby's Pig Hat. Casey's Pig Slippers... now the three little pigs. And mice and rabbits! And toads! I'm calling the Orkin man. This guy, he snorted and I lost about five days worth of oxygen. Now we know where Ruby's ketchup bottle went. They saved it to temporarily deface the door of a 1990 Chevy pickup with red cherry pie filling.
Show,
You were doing so good.
Teh Gorz. I can haz dem back?
OMG SMALLVILLE IS MAKING ME LAUGH SO HARD RIGHT NOW.
They did this scene in readings and rehearsal like 10 times, you know, they were just so tired of it and just when they couldn't keep the momentum up anymore.... oh, you just HAD to bring up that last round of Madden where my guy SO HAD your guy and that was totally a glitch and I should have won that game I am NOT going to save it you effing cheater, too bad hoser you owe me like a six pack at least. And then they cupped each other's faces in their hands and made sloppy kissy noises... in my head.
Why wouldn't Sam do anything for Dean? Hell, I would, and I've only known him for two years. Oh. Boys.
Dean,
Pulling the big brother card, that is so not fair. He's your equal, even if you don't see it yet. Don't make him feel guilty, don't you dare. He loves you pure and simple and he will find a way, you know it and I know it and the freakin' frogs know it. Just - take it easy pushing the buttons there.
Sam,
Listen to your brother. Please. PLEASE. Stay real and true and pure and don't let anything change that. He wants you to live a good life without the conversations that start with "this killer truck". That's what he's dying for, you know that. He's dying for you to be free. The more he says no, the more he means yes, help, Sam. But for the love of god, please don't be stupid. Tell him. Listen to him. Your Dean. He is smart.
I need to show thee. Oh dear ones! How my heart doth weep. Dean looks like if Sam even just breathed out too hard, he would break down crying. It's even in his voice, his hands (cuz I KNOW, that's how) and the tilt of his head.
And Sam is so ready with the eff you motha effa Imgone safe you ifn I wanna. He's just ready to raid that cookie jar the second authority turns its back.
*luvs Jensendude and Jaredsun*
Wait. I need more.
I hereby pronounce these is for to be of the illegal because it can incapacity the maneuvering of large machinery within 4 hours of being stared at.
*bites lower lip* 'K. I'm good.
Also. Please tell me... has anyone else heard that running bleep noise whenever they are in the car driving somewhere? Is that supposed to be a radar detector or a police scanner? I SWEAR I can hear it in every car scene now, especially the ones where they film from this angle.
I thought for sure #3 was a dead man. But no... let's allow him to live so he can torture our poor Sam with this reflection on the siblings so soon departed. *cries*
And the looks that the boys give each other when they're not actually having to look at each other is the times when they are most honest . Oh, boys. Where is the Colt? Where's the door? I'll do it...
Okay. This picture of Dean just did it to me. This is the part where I get naked. I'm gonna say this here because I don't think anyone really cares that much what I think anyway. But after this episode and the recent confessions from Samantha Ferris (Ellen) that yes they really do read what we say... I have to say. About how I really feel about the Wincest.
I like it. I still like it. I read it. Hell, I even write it. But I don't, not for one second, really believe it or even want it. Getting into Wincest was a side effect of their charisma and my own search for understanding some things within myself. And it's hot. There's always that. But really? I've never needed it to explain anything that happens between them. The reason I love this show is because they don't. I love it because they don't need to go anywhere near there for me to get it. For crying out loud, they barely touch each other. In some ways, that lack of touch makes me want it more, hug at least, and that's when I get it: that Everything, that Agape brotherly love, between them is so much more poignant because it's left undone, unspoken, unaddressed. And yet I never feel disconnected. I know they would do (and have done) anything for each other. And that type of relationship, well, it would seem downright redundant, retrograde even, that's how close they are. So no. I don't want it, not really.
I understand more about them, want more for them, partly because of their devotion and partly because they are so seriously deprived in other ways that I want to fix it. And that still shocks me and fills me with wonder and respect for these two guys who so obviously created that intense of a dynamic themselves with very little direction. I want the pr0n (and Jared tree hugging Jensen) to get a break from being overwhelmed, something that's just for me and I hope it doesn't make me look... oh well, too late. I also have a theory that we can get so caught up "helping" them in our heads with our powerful psychic vibes of helpingness that we also get a tad possessive, but that's just me. In short, I'm still playing in the sandbox, I hope they can laugh and take it as a compliment, I don't think I could continue to breathe and watch this show without it and I hope nobody minds. *waves at whomever* All of that braining because of ghey sex. Or it could be the Jack... *shrugs*
Regularly scheduled programming already in progress... Red Sky At Morning is on now. Thank God I'm recording.
The patented Sammy!OhNoYouDintFace and Detectives Robert Plant and Jimmy Page! I did victory arms and whooped at the Led Zep reference and my sister said I was not allowed to channel Dean anymore. She let me keep the remote, though.
Show,
As I've said SO many times, this IS NOT the Jensendude. Gosh!
I KNOW. *pets*
Enter Dr. Garrison, who looks five foot six and who later grows about four inches, like at least. This guy was really good though. It seems like the creepiest guest stars are the ones who play it the straightest. Trying too hard just fails at the creepy. Like Gretel. She was as cute as all get out but she wasn't convincing me that her husband just died. But Grandma? Holy crap. GRANDMAS WHO LIVE ALONE IN WOODS like to bake for families of five for no reason. They are also ARE EVIL INCARNATE when they don't take their Prozac. This woman was awesome. Delightfully sharp.And mini!Kallie? Good god. Me: Where the hell do they get these creepy children?! Sister: From the creepy children factory.
Smallville talking about the moral lines being crossed to save somebody.... makes me think of THIS SHOW. Watching Mary Shelley's Frankenstein earlier, made me think of THIS SHOW. What has for be happening to my brains.
And um...
*pinches cheek*
*kisses jawbone & adjusts tie to doesn't need adjusting*
*pokes dimple* Hmm?What? Oh... Yeah. Where was I.
Seriously dude what the hell. Amphibians. Frogs are raining from the sky. That's not supposed to happen yet. Dean said so.
*demands explanation*
*goes to read The Frog King again*
Thank you, awesome camera crew people who hang out of helicopters and take pretty pictures to make my Show so nice. *waves* I forgot about the toads for almost 10 whole minutes. I kinda hate toads. They pee on you when you pick them up.
I loved how quickly the boys figured this whole thing out. This one wasn't very straightforward, like finding some relic or sending some demons to the great license plate making factory in the sky. This required some braining and they did it without once calling a soul. Cuz they are brainy like that. Could be werewolves. There was a little girl? Could be a spirit. Could be...
Oh Sam. *chooses not to question why this was capped* Somehow, deep thoughts are suddenly eluding me.
Hello, sexy ass. Thank you, Mr. Director, sir, for continuing this little trendy shot of Chevy heaven...
*gives you a greasemonkey bear hug*
I loved the camera setup in the cabin, like I was sitting at the kitchen table watching the boys work, helping to figure it out.
I found myself talking to the TV. And then I kinda got punched in the arm because I'm still channeling.
How many people would have gotten fairy tales out of those two killings? *pats Sam*
Also? Dimples. Do not question the power of the Sammy Dimples that reveal all.
I love how they are taking a walk in the daytime! in the sun! (man the weather is nice this year), and I mean yeah it's back to the car, but they had to hike it because how many places can you park that classic giant? And Dean, he turns his head at every pretty girl that walks by and still holds a brilliant conversation, like how does a spirit control people if it isn't a demon? How do trances work? How many Snow White porn videos can you watch without your brother knowing about it?
... six hours of demographic statistics research and googling involuntary spirit possession led them to...
Aw, shit.
And the mice and the pumpkin... I was like huh? Sam kinda lost me for a second. Which doesn't surprise me.
And I could not BELIEVE the rants and wank about this comment. It was so in character and I laughed my ass off. I have gay friends who say things are 'gay', because they're girly or stupid. Or dumb AND girly. Or they plain don't like it. So people. For GAWD. LAUGH. it was funny. And this thing that Jensendude does, with the eye pan and his whole head follows. I LOVE that. It's a great setup. It's almost as good as the three second closeup lip pucker for no damn reason. But not quite.
Dude, could you be more gay? As in, girly man? Really, could you be more like Cinderella? How do you know all this stuff and Dean doesn't? Oh that's right, after Mom died, he grew up rejecting any permanent female influence in his life as being too dangerous since he won't be able to handle anything like that again. He shut out all those joys that you accepted, Sam. And then when it happened to you, and you wanted to shut everything out, you thought Dean didn't understand. But oh, he does. He does, man. Oh, and Sam? He's pretty sure you're not gay, he just likes to make you wonder.
and then... there's this.....
uh....
yeah. Mice. *shivers* I'm so totally thinking about those mice. right. now. *fumbles around*
They walk in like it's an antique store and not someone's house. The boldness of the boys floors me sometimes, especially if they think someone's in danger. Which of course there was... because you know. Mice. Old House. Totally obvious.
This girl was all the more vunerable because she took so long to look up. *notes that*
Her step mother is kinky for even owning a pair of cuffs... Damnit I'm channeling again. Ow, that hurts.
CREEPY EXPRESSIONLESS CHILDREN DRUNK WITH POWER > toads
No, wait.
SAM & DEAN > CREEPY EXPRESSIONLESS CHILDREN DRUNK WITH POWER WHO POOP APPLES AND DISAPPEAR
So. Trends. Dean: Blue and Black. Sam: Green and Reddish Orange. It seriously makes me want to look up the mystical power assignments of color. Or auras. Or something. Has anyone seen Jensendudes and Jaredsun's auras? Cuz dude, ya'll, it's creeping me the eff out. Because what I see? Is so the opposite of that... which makes me wonder how on earth these guys are pulling this off. like at all. with willpower alone. and it's awesome.
Yes. I was with everyone else on this one. I wanted Sam to kiss her and make her wake up. But that would be wrong. Because this girl - she's really still only eight. And it wouldn't work - it was just a wish of hers that she didn't really understand. And that made it tragic.
And so here are boys being tragic.
Aaaannd a little angsty.
*breaks down and goes to watch 3.06*
HOLY CRAP YOU GUYS OMGWTFPEPPERSTEAK
moving on...
but I'm having trouble because this next scene broke me a little inside and the gap, it's just getting wider. The way Dean left Sam (again) to deal with the hard emo stuff while he went off to kill things. Kinda prophetic. and frustrating. and them.
But first - because I'm suffering from bliss in the guest star department - please don't ever lose your casting directors. Because they rock the hard core. (If Smallville had casting directors who still cared, I might actually pay attention to it for longer than five minutes at a time, even though it's on.) The job of a guest cast is to sell the story. The boys, they keep up the momentum, but if the story doesn't work, the whole episode can fall on its face. This one? They really needed strong people for a complicated plot and I think they did an awesome job with the ones that really really mattered emotionally. I was sold with #3 and Dr. Garrison and the Wolf and the WitchyGrandma and the little girls.
WOLF! He's perfect.
In fact, Dr. Garrison is getting a minipicspam which I call, appropriately, the Many Faces of Doctor Garrison, here we go:
If they still had talent like this on ER, I might still be watching. THEY HAVE TO KNOW that Maura Tierney is the best thing they have and that's why she's dominating the season. So what if he played a guy name Kyle like three years ago, ADD THIS GUY AND LET HIM FIX ALL HER PAIN AND I WILL EVER SO FREAKING WATCH with the guh and the HAWT they would so have chemistry that would cause such yummy destruction. His name is Christopher Cousins and he rocks. My sox. *crickets from all over* Yeah whatever. I would throw BBQs for this guy, he's that good. In my backyard.
And now that I've really blown the whole plotlinespam I had going, let's just skip to the good stuff. Like Jensendude the one that does his own stunts and learns from Jim Beaver (Bobby) et al and still lets his doubles pull a paycheck with his "going next" bit:
THIS BUDS FOR YOU AND I CANT THINK STRAIGHT WHEN YOU'RE FLYING INTO CRAP
He's brave and athletic and I like that. Jensendude. I would want to do this, too. Damn. I wish I'd walked up to you when I had the chance this summer, just so I could tell you that. You're inspiring. *thumbs up*
P.S. If you would stop struggling and just relax, it's actually quite liberating. *blushes*
or what about this? Le SAM
Yo, Imma busta cap in dat ass cuz yu knowin it aint but a show an Im gonna getu offa da hook yo. Shut yo faceup.
How did this get in here? Oh. Back to the plotlinespam.
TURBULENCE. Sam doesn't want him to go alone and take stupid risks like Dad used to.
*pauses* He did it again. That look where his eyes stop and his face keeps moving.... OW. *unpauses*
(Sandy, you lucky, lucky girl)
puppy dog lost shoe of doom dejectedness in 5, 4, 3... oop there it is
oh noes. actual work. with people. who are not my brother.
can SO do this. I know... *believes*
Are we good? Cuz, um? I exploded like two frames ago...
And. AG. I still. CANNOT. You screenwriters? You write good shit. And I support the strike. I really do. I'm glad Lord of the Rings was good for something besides the cinematic rape of wonderful characters (what? I liked the movies. mostly.)
BUT.
This scene? Just the boys? I can barely choose screencaps. IT IS THAT GOOD.
Internal monologue as follows (and it's becoming a trend) FUCk Dean. DAMNit Sam. YOU OWN LIKE MY 50% of my ENTIRE INSIDES, which my husband he is totally cool with because he's a Dean!girl, DON'T MAKE ME COME IN THERE.
With the look.
And the other look.
And uh. *whimpers and dies*
Because now we get to the one I really. No, not that one. THIS ONE.
I had to almost stop watching. Because I knew what he was going to do. And I knew how Dean would find out. And I just.
He wants to save him so bad. Not because he needs him. No, he's good that way - he's not a needy person, Sam.
But because he wants Dean to be happy. You know. Like HAPPY. Like free to not have to wonder if he's okay, or Dad's okay, or what they need to do to keep the population safe from everything they've had to live through. TIMELESSness. To make up for all the time he spent looking after him and Dad. Sammy's been working toward that for as long as he could understand what his brother was doing for him. And damn if that is not a good wish. And yet he knows the wishing will not make it true.
But FUCK if he's not going to try anyway.
BUTT FUCK? WAT?
Um. Where was I?... Oh yeah.
Show,
You're doing it wrong. You gave Jimmy Page to Sam. This is backwards. Dean would insist on being Page. Unless you blame it on Sam, which is a good try, but we totally know that Dean makes the badges and so. YOU ARE SO SO SO FIRED. the end.
Oh. No. nononono. Sam. She might be our only hope. Just because she looks like the bad one here. Oh no. Oh god.
I like the mist. The steam coming out of his mouth like a train waiting to leave the station.
Oh, I almost forgot. Note to the Sam!ass conspirators: So sorry that that is not his ass. LOL. I have examined this backwards and forwards. Unless his asscrack starts at an anatomically unrealistic high-point and his A&F boxers don't rise AND the gun which is so pointedly sticking DOWN in his pants is not evident, THIS IS NOT PADA-ASS. *gives you all shots to calm you down* That is the back of this squeamishly orange shirt and the roll is the Colt tucked into the waistband. If you had reason to squee, I would defo reinforce but ya'll. COME on. This is obvious. We are not that badly off. Look at the pretteh.
OH MY GOD. I just [edited for NC-17 content]. THIS CAP. I WANT TO MARRY IT.
And if anyone cares. no. it didn't distract me. much. and the much that it did was my own fault.
Sam,
With the holding of the gun in empty threat at her head. Do not be empty threating me. She is an asshole. Shoot her. For gawd. If you don't, Dean will. And if he doesn't, I will. Futsk.
THANK YOU. Kudos to Everyone and the Hoarde of Visionary Geniuses for the pretty.
Goood night...
And how he looked down like he was thinking BOUT HOW GOOD IT WAS GOINTA FEEL WHEN HE DID IT and then he did it, he shot her and the demon dies and some nameless innocent woman died -- the innocents that Sam swore his life to protect -- that's all gone. He doesn't care anymore about the innocents, not like he did. Because they are not Dean. And. OMG.
My Sam. I've lost him. *cries real tears at this*
I can't tell you that my reactions are fueled by one viewing this time, like usual, because I'm up to three and change, so I bring pretty pictures. I also can't tell you that I'm going to make any sense, bless the green label No.7 whiskey that's made in Tennessee, but I CAN tell you that this episode was moving toward what I've been waiting to see all season in so so so many ways. And it just took me until now to unroll my socks and show you how much I skinned my proverbial shins in great displays of OMGWTFBANANAPUDDING. Bedtime stories never punched me in the gut this good before.
The music! And the warped wood that will blow over... these people have too much fun.
I feel a pig theme so far. Bobby's Pig Hat. Casey's Pig Slippers... now the three little pigs. And mice and rabbits! And toads! I'm calling the Orkin man. This guy, he snorted and I lost about five days worth of oxygen. Now we know where Ruby's ketchup bottle went. They saved it to temporarily deface the door of a 1990 Chevy pickup with red cherry pie filling.
Show,
You were doing so good.
Teh Gorz. I can haz dem back?
OMG SMALLVILLE IS MAKING ME LAUGH SO HARD RIGHT NOW.
They did this scene in readings and rehearsal like 10 times, you know, they were just so tired of it and just when they couldn't keep the momentum up anymore.... oh, you just HAD to bring up that last round of Madden where my guy SO HAD your guy and that was totally a glitch and I should have won that game I am NOT going to save it you effing cheater, too bad hoser you owe me like a six pack at least. And then they cupped each other's faces in their hands and made sloppy kissy noises... in my head.
Why wouldn't Sam do anything for Dean? Hell, I would, and I've only known him for two years. Oh. Boys.
Dean,
Pulling the big brother card, that is so not fair. He's your equal, even if you don't see it yet. Don't make him feel guilty, don't you dare. He loves you pure and simple and he will find a way, you know it and I know it and the freakin' frogs know it. Just - take it easy pushing the buttons there.
Sam,
Listen to your brother. Please. PLEASE. Stay real and true and pure and don't let anything change that. He wants you to live a good life without the conversations that start with "this killer truck". That's what he's dying for, you know that. He's dying for you to be free. The more he says no, the more he means yes, help, Sam. But for the love of god, please don't be stupid. Tell him. Listen to him. Your Dean. He is smart.
I need to show thee. Oh dear ones! How my heart doth weep. Dean looks like if Sam even just breathed out too hard, he would break down crying. It's even in his voice, his hands (cuz I KNOW, that's how) and the tilt of his head.
And Sam is so ready with the eff you motha effa Imgone safe you ifn I wanna. He's just ready to raid that cookie jar the second authority turns its back.
*luvs Jensendude and Jaredsun*
Wait. I need more.
I hereby pronounce these is for to be of the illegal because it can incapacity the maneuvering of large machinery within 4 hours of being stared at.
*bites lower lip* 'K. I'm good.
Also. Please tell me... has anyone else heard that running bleep noise whenever they are in the car driving somewhere? Is that supposed to be a radar detector or a police scanner? I SWEAR I can hear it in every car scene now, especially the ones where they film from this angle.
I thought for sure #3 was a dead man. But no... let's allow him to live so he can torture our poor Sam with this reflection on the siblings so soon departed. *cries*
And the looks that the boys give each other when they're not actually having to look at each other is the times when they are most honest . Oh, boys. Where is the Colt? Where's the door? I'll do it...
Okay. This picture of Dean just did it to me. This is the part where I get naked. I'm gonna say this here because I don't think anyone really cares that much what I think anyway. But after this episode and the recent confessions from Samantha Ferris (Ellen) that yes they really do read what we say... I have to say. About how I really feel about the Wincest.
I like it. I still like it. I read it. Hell, I even write it. But I don't, not for one second, really believe it or even want it. Getting into Wincest was a side effect of their charisma and my own search for understanding some things within myself. And it's hot. There's always that. But really? I've never needed it to explain anything that happens between them. The reason I love this show is because they don't. I love it because they don't need to go anywhere near there for me to get it. For crying out loud, they barely touch each other. In some ways, that lack of touch makes me want it more, hug at least, and that's when I get it: that Everything, that Agape brotherly love, between them is so much more poignant because it's left undone, unspoken, unaddressed. And yet I never feel disconnected. I know they would do (and have done) anything for each other. And that type of relationship, well, it would seem downright redundant, retrograde even, that's how close they are. So no. I don't want it, not really.
I understand more about them, want more for them, partly because of their devotion and partly because they are so seriously deprived in other ways that I want to fix it. And that still shocks me and fills me with wonder and respect for these two guys who so obviously created that intense of a dynamic themselves with very little direction. I want the pr0n (and Jared tree hugging Jensen) to get a break from being overwhelmed, something that's just for me and I hope it doesn't make me look... oh well, too late. I also have a theory that we can get so caught up "helping" them in our heads with our powerful psychic vibes of helpingness that we also get a tad possessive, but that's just me. In short, I'm still playing in the sandbox, I hope they can laugh and take it as a compliment, I don't think I could continue to breathe and watch this show without it and I hope nobody minds. *waves at whomever* All of that braining because of ghey sex. Or it could be the Jack... *shrugs*
Regularly scheduled programming already in progress... Red Sky At Morning is on now. Thank God I'm recording.
The patented Sammy!OhNoYouDintFace and Detectives Robert Plant and Jimmy Page! I did victory arms and whooped at the Led Zep reference and my sister said I was not allowed to channel Dean anymore. She let me keep the remote, though.
Show,
As I've said SO many times, this IS NOT the Jensendude. Gosh!
I KNOW. *pets*
Enter Dr. Garrison, who looks five foot six and who later grows about four inches, like at least. This guy was really good though. It seems like the creepiest guest stars are the ones who play it the straightest. Trying too hard just fails at the creepy. Like Gretel. She was as cute as all get out but she wasn't convincing me that her husband just died. But Grandma? Holy crap. GRANDMAS WHO LIVE ALONE IN WOODS like to bake for families of five for no reason. They are also ARE EVIL INCARNATE when they don't take their Prozac. This woman was awesome. Delightfully sharp.And mini!Kallie? Good god. Me: Where the hell do they get these creepy children?! Sister: From the creepy children factory.
Smallville talking about the moral lines being crossed to save somebody.... makes me think of THIS SHOW. Watching Mary Shelley's Frankenstein earlier, made me think of THIS SHOW. What has for be happening to my brains.
And um...
*pinches cheek*
*kisses jawbone & adjusts tie to doesn't need adjusting*
*pokes dimple* Hmm?What? Oh... Yeah. Where was I.
Seriously dude what the hell. Amphibians. Frogs are raining from the sky. That's not supposed to happen yet. Dean said so.
*demands explanation*
*goes to read The Frog King again*
Thank you, awesome camera crew people who hang out of helicopters and take pretty pictures to make my Show so nice. *waves* I forgot about the toads for almost 10 whole minutes. I kinda hate toads. They pee on you when you pick them up.
I loved how quickly the boys figured this whole thing out. This one wasn't very straightforward, like finding some relic or sending some demons to the great license plate making factory in the sky. This required some braining and they did it without once calling a soul. Cuz they are brainy like that. Could be werewolves. There was a little girl? Could be a spirit. Could be...
Oh Sam. *chooses not to question why this was capped* Somehow, deep thoughts are suddenly eluding me.
Hello, sexy ass. Thank you, Mr. Director, sir, for continuing this little trendy shot of Chevy heaven...
*gives you a greasemonkey bear hug*
I loved the camera setup in the cabin, like I was sitting at the kitchen table watching the boys work, helping to figure it out.
I found myself talking to the TV. And then I kinda got punched in the arm because I'm still channeling.
How many people would have gotten fairy tales out of those two killings? *pats Sam*
Also? Dimples. Do not question the power of the Sammy Dimples that reveal all.
I love how they are taking a walk in the daytime! in the sun! (man the weather is nice this year), and I mean yeah it's back to the car, but they had to hike it because how many places can you park that classic giant? And Dean, he turns his head at every pretty girl that walks by and still holds a brilliant conversation, like how does a spirit control people if it isn't a demon? How do trances work? How many Snow White porn videos can you watch without your brother knowing about it?
... six hours of demographic statistics research and googling involuntary spirit possession led them to...
Aw, shit.
And the mice and the pumpkin... I was like huh? Sam kinda lost me for a second. Which doesn't surprise me.
And I could not BELIEVE the rants and wank about this comment. It was so in character and I laughed my ass off. I have gay friends who say things are 'gay', because they're girly or stupid. Or dumb AND girly. Or they plain don't like it. So people. For GAWD. LAUGH. it was funny. And this thing that Jensendude does, with the eye pan and his whole head follows. I LOVE that. It's a great setup. It's almost as good as the three second closeup lip pucker for no damn reason. But not quite.
Dude, could you be more gay? As in, girly man? Really, could you be more like Cinderella? How do you know all this stuff and Dean doesn't? Oh that's right, after Mom died, he grew up rejecting any permanent female influence in his life as being too dangerous since he won't be able to handle anything like that again. He shut out all those joys that you accepted, Sam. And then when it happened to you, and you wanted to shut everything out, you thought Dean didn't understand. But oh, he does. He does, man. Oh, and Sam? He's pretty sure you're not gay, he just likes to make you wonder.
and then... there's this.....
uh....
yeah. Mice. *shivers* I'm so totally thinking about those mice. right. now. *fumbles around*
They walk in like it's an antique store and not someone's house. The boldness of the boys floors me sometimes, especially if they think someone's in danger. Which of course there was... because you know. Mice. Old House. Totally obvious.
This girl was all the more vunerable because she took so long to look up. *notes that*
Her step mother is kinky for even owning a pair of cuffs... Damnit I'm channeling again. Ow, that hurts.
CREEPY EXPRESSIONLESS CHILDREN DRUNK WITH POWER > toads
No, wait.
SAM & DEAN > CREEPY EXPRESSIONLESS CHILDREN DRUNK WITH POWER WHO POOP APPLES AND DISAPPEAR
So. Trends. Dean: Blue and Black. Sam: Green and Reddish Orange. It seriously makes me want to look up the mystical power assignments of color. Or auras. Or something. Has anyone seen Jensendudes and Jaredsun's auras? Cuz dude, ya'll, it's creeping me the eff out. Because what I see? Is so the opposite of that... which makes me wonder how on earth these guys are pulling this off. like at all. with willpower alone. and it's awesome.
Yes. I was with everyone else on this one. I wanted Sam to kiss her and make her wake up. But that would be wrong. Because this girl - she's really still only eight. And it wouldn't work - it was just a wish of hers that she didn't really understand. And that made it tragic.
And so here are boys being tragic.
Aaaannd a little angsty.
*breaks down and goes to watch 3.06*
HOLY CRAP YOU GUYS OMGWTFPEPPERSTEAK
moving on...
but I'm having trouble because this next scene broke me a little inside and the gap, it's just getting wider. The way Dean left Sam (again) to deal with the hard emo stuff while he went off to kill things. Kinda prophetic. and frustrating. and them.
But first - because I'm suffering from bliss in the guest star department - please don't ever lose your casting directors. Because they rock the hard core. (If Smallville had casting directors who still cared, I might actually pay attention to it for longer than five minutes at a time, even though it's on.) The job of a guest cast is to sell the story. The boys, they keep up the momentum, but if the story doesn't work, the whole episode can fall on its face. This one? They really needed strong people for a complicated plot and I think they did an awesome job with the ones that really really mattered emotionally. I was sold with #3 and Dr. Garrison and the Wolf and the WitchyGrandma and the little girls.
WOLF! He's perfect.
In fact, Dr. Garrison is getting a minipicspam which I call, appropriately, the Many Faces of Doctor Garrison, here we go:
If they still had talent like this on ER, I might still be watching. THEY HAVE TO KNOW that Maura Tierney is the best thing they have and that's why she's dominating the season. So what if he played a guy name Kyle like three years ago, ADD THIS GUY AND LET HIM FIX ALL HER PAIN AND I WILL EVER SO FREAKING WATCH with the guh and the HAWT they would so have chemistry that would cause such yummy destruction. His name is Christopher Cousins and he rocks. My sox. *crickets from all over* Yeah whatever. I would throw BBQs for this guy, he's that good. In my backyard.
And now that I've really blown the whole plotlinespam I had going, let's just skip to the good stuff. Like Jensendude the one that does his own stunts and learns from Jim Beaver (Bobby) et al and still lets his doubles pull a paycheck with his "going next" bit:
THIS BUDS FOR YOU AND I CANT THINK STRAIGHT WHEN YOU'RE FLYING INTO CRAP
He's brave and athletic and I like that. Jensendude. I would want to do this, too. Damn. I wish I'd walked up to you when I had the chance this summer, just so I could tell you that. You're inspiring. *thumbs up*
P.S. If you would stop struggling and just relax, it's actually quite liberating. *blushes*
or what about this? Le SAM
Yo, Imma busta cap in dat ass cuz yu knowin it aint but a show an Im gonna getu offa da hook yo. Shut yo faceup.
How did this get in here? Oh. Back to the plotlinespam.
TURBULENCE. Sam doesn't want him to go alone and take stupid risks like Dad used to.
*pauses* He did it again. That look where his eyes stop and his face keeps moving.... OW. *unpauses*
(Sandy, you lucky, lucky girl)
puppy dog lost shoe of doom dejectedness in 5, 4, 3... oop there it is
oh noes. actual work. with people. who are not my brother.
can SO do this. I know... *believes*
Are we good? Cuz, um? I exploded like two frames ago...
And. AG. I still. CANNOT. You screenwriters? You write good shit. And I support the strike. I really do. I'm glad Lord of the Rings was good for something besides the cinematic rape of wonderful characters (what? I liked the movies. mostly.)
BUT.
This scene? Just the boys? I can barely choose screencaps. IT IS THAT GOOD.
Internal monologue as follows (and it's becoming a trend) FUCk Dean. DAMNit Sam. YOU OWN LIKE MY 50% of my ENTIRE INSIDES, which my husband he is totally cool with because he's a Dean!girl, DON'T MAKE ME COME IN THERE.
With the look.
And the other look.
And uh. *whimpers and dies*
Because now we get to the one I really. No, not that one. THIS ONE.
I had to almost stop watching. Because I knew what he was going to do. And I knew how Dean would find out. And I just.
He wants to save him so bad. Not because he needs him. No, he's good that way - he's not a needy person, Sam.
But because he wants Dean to be happy. You know. Like HAPPY. Like free to not have to wonder if he's okay, or Dad's okay, or what they need to do to keep the population safe from everything they've had to live through. TIMELESSness. To make up for all the time he spent looking after him and Dad. Sammy's been working toward that for as long as he could understand what his brother was doing for him. And damn if that is not a good wish. And yet he knows the wishing will not make it true.
But FUCK if he's not going to try anyway.
BUTT FUCK? WAT?
Um. Where was I?... Oh yeah.
Show,
You're doing it wrong. You gave Jimmy Page to Sam. This is backwards. Dean would insist on being Page. Unless you blame it on Sam, which is a good try, but we totally know that Dean makes the badges and so. YOU ARE SO SO SO FIRED. the end.
Oh. No. nononono. Sam. She might be our only hope. Just because she looks like the bad one here. Oh no. Oh god.
I like the mist. The steam coming out of his mouth like a train waiting to leave the station.
Oh, I almost forgot. Note to the Sam!ass conspirators: So sorry that that is not his ass. LOL. I have examined this backwards and forwards. Unless his asscrack starts at an anatomically unrealistic high-point and his A&F boxers don't rise AND the gun which is so pointedly sticking DOWN in his pants is not evident, THIS IS NOT PADA-ASS. *gives you all shots to calm you down* That is the back of this squeamishly orange shirt and the roll is the Colt tucked into the waistband. If you had reason to squee, I would defo reinforce but ya'll. COME on. This is obvious. We are not that badly off. Look at the pretteh.
OH MY GOD. I just [edited for NC-17 content]. THIS CAP. I WANT TO MARRY IT.
And if anyone cares. no. it didn't distract me. much. and the much that it did was my own fault.
Sam,
With the holding of the gun in empty threat at her head. Do not be empty threating me. She is an asshole. Shoot her. For gawd. If you don't, Dean will. And if he doesn't, I will. Futsk.
THANK YOU. Kudos to Everyone and the Hoarde of Visionary Geniuses for the pretty.
Goood night...
And how he looked down like he was thinking BOUT HOW GOOD IT WAS GOINTA FEEL WHEN HE DID IT and then he did it, he shot her and the demon dies and some nameless innocent woman died -- the innocents that Sam swore his life to protect -- that's all gone. He doesn't care anymore about the innocents, not like he did. Because they are not Dean. And. OMG.
My Sam. I've lost him. *cries real tears at this*