Comicommentary: Supernatural Origins - Issue #4
This post is critical of the Supernatural: Origins comic Issue #4, particularly the timeline and the characterisation of Pastor Jim and John Winchester. If such a viewpoint is likely to offend you, you will not want to read this entry.
Word Count: 3800-ish, plus reference graphics
Rating: GEN, pg-13
Summary: Sam and Dean do commentary on the SPN:Origins comic Issue #4 (Conversation-style)
Warnings: Extreme spoilers for SPN:Origins Issue #4, and spoilers for all of Season 1 and 2, definitely. Also contains a spoiler for "Charlie the Unicorn" video. Fracturing of the fourth wall with associated minor contusions. Random blather at no extra charge. Also, hints of meta/theory that would not be bludgeoned into silence. Excessive snark. Loads of notes and disclaimers at the beginning and A/N at the end.
THANK YOU again to malevolent73, longhairedlady, and wynterwolf47 for previewing/betaing and otherwise conspiring to make this not suck!
Note: This was started as a live commentary, as in I didn't read the comic through first. I started reading it, got to the thing about the date and suddenly went straight into commentary mode, then got blocked, then rushed a bit getting it finished. So, this could be a bit of a bumpy ride...
DISCLAIMERS:
Images from Supernatural Origins Issue #4 are reproduced for review and analysis purposes and are not intended to infringe the copyright in any way. All rights remain with Wildstorm and the original authors. I will remove the images if requested by the copyright holders.
The characters of Sam and Dean Winchester belong to Eric Kripke and the CW Network. The opinions they express are nobody's but mine and my guess at what the characters would think of events depicted. Which is, again likely way off base, but hopefully entertaining.
PLEASE NOTE: No insult or injury is intended. Just expressing an opinion or two. I don't want to offend people.
Comicommentary: Supernatural Origins Issue #4
"Sam and Dean here again, doing commentary on another issue of Supernatural Origins."
"...no... no... not the ferrets..."
"Dean?"
"Hunh? Wha-? Sam?"
"Sorry to interrupt your, uh, dream already in progress apparently, Dean, but we're doing another comic thing."
"Oh? Oh, good."
"Ferrets?"
"Never mind. Let's do this."
"Well, to start, the cover is very... pink."
"Yeah. Pink... Kinda looks like seventies porn."
"When did you see seventies porn? You were born in 1979."
"What do you think they play on the free porn channels in the hotels, Sam?"
"Okay, fine."
"Ya know, just 'coz I don't have high-end exotic pay-per-view leanings-"
"I said fine, Dean. Can we drop the porn now?"
"Heh, yeah sure. Cover's still pink and porny though. Is the chick supposed to be a succubus or something?"
"...I think it's supposed to be Mom."
"Mom didn't look like that."
"Non-photorealistic, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah. But her hair was nothing like that. And what's up with Dad's ear?"
"Hunh?"
"Dad's ear. Looks kinda... elvish."
"Naw, it's just drawn weird 'coz of the angle."
"Good, 'coz I'd hate to think Dad was an elvish impersonator. Hehe, get it, Sam? Elvish imp- ow! Dude! That was my foot!"
"I know it was your foot. I was aiming for your foot. Can we get on with this now please?"
"Fine, whatever."
"Okay then."
"Hmf. Didn't think you could feel pain in a friggin' dream..."
"It's 1977. Flashback?"
"Maybe. Some woman in a nightgown running away from some guy."
"I think that's supposed to be Mom too."
"Really? If it is, I want to know who's chasing her through the woods and where Dad is."
"Well, since it's 1977, maybe he hasn't met her yet. When did they get married anyway?"
"Don't remember."
"...so... uh. She's running away from Dad?"
"Through the woods, in the dark. In her nightie. Seriously?"
"Yeah. Looks like, anyway."
"Well, whatever it wasn't time for before, it's time now that Dad's tripped over something."
"Hmm... okay..."
"And Mom throws her... uh..."
"What the hell? It is seventies porn."
"Only with Dad and Mom."
"Okay. One, I never needed to see anything that's supposed to be Dad holding a bra and smirking. Two, I sure as hell hope they aren't gonna show Mom naked."
"It's a comic, Dean, I doubt they will."
"There's loads of nudity in comics, there's Xxxenoph-"
"Not in standard comics. This is printed by an offshoot of DC Comics."
"Hm. Yeah, alright. So... is Dad dreaming or having some kind of flashback or what?"
"Not sure. Next page."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Dad's drawing a knife on Mom? That's just wrong."
"No Dean, it's 1982 now. That's... um."
"Really frigging confusing. And still all kinds of wrong."
"Oh, wait, I see. It's some kind of mind-control hallucination thing that's making Dad think it's Mom, and that he's back in 1977. I think. Only it's actually 1982... and Dad's hunting it... "
"Wait a minute. Mom died in '83. What is Dad doing hunting in eighty... tw- Oh hell. Don't tell me they got the damned date wrong too?"
"Looks like."
"It's- how the hell can they get the date wrong? You weren't even born yet in 1982, Sam."
"They've gotten so much else wrong, why break a streak. I mean, it's not like it's a really prominent date, or anything. Not like we didn't use it as a contact code on our voicemails for anyone with information about how Mom died to get hold of us. Or, you know, used it as the combination of the lock in the trunk or anything."
"Dude! Don't tell them the combination of the weapons locker!"
"Most of them know it already anyway, and the rest of them could find out with very little effort."
"What? These people know entirely too much about us, Sam. Are you sure-"
"It's okay, Dean, it's just a dream. None of them are anywhere near the Impala, or about to rummage in your trunk. They're fine."
"...if you say so... Still think you shouldn't say it outright."
"Maybe if we did more often, the comic wouldn't have got it wrong."
"Sam..."
"Oh relax, I'm not gonna tell anyone who can actually get at the Impala the combination. The date's just annoying me and I'm trying to make a point."
"Fine. Point made. So anyway. Next page?"
"Next page."
"It's November 17th 1982. If that was actually supposed to be '83 instead of '82... Uh, okay. So this is supposed to be only two weeks after Mom died?"
"Maybe they're off by two years instead of one?"
"I hope they're off by two years. Otherwise they have Dad the dud fi-"
"Dad wasn't a dud, Sam."
"As depicted in the last comic we looked at..."
"...yeah, okay, point."
"Thank you. Dad the dud finding a contact network which actually took him years to build in those two weeks, with no real effort on his part."
"Including any time he spent doing, or more likely not doing stuff in the first issue."
"Exactly. Not to mention visiting Ellen's bar about nine years too early."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"When was this? He was hanging out with enigmatic trenchcoat poser guy after murdering Uncle Jake at the end of the last one we read."
"Happens in issue three, apparently."
"What? This isn't issue three?"
"Nope. Issue four."
"Why'd we skip another one, Sam? I mean we didn't do issue one, now we've missed issue thr-"
*krack-OOM*
"What the hell was that? Thunder?"
"Uhh... I think it's the dream's way of letting us know it doesn't want to talk about issue three for a while yet, Dean."
"But issue four is okay?"
"...well, we'll see. I think the dream's going in blind on this one."
"Do I want to know how you know... never mind. So. They got the date wrong. Really, really wrong. Let's take a look at the rest of the page.... This Doc Benton guy sounds like a real charmer. Some kind of do-it-yourself Frankenstein action? Self-made zombie?"
"Maybe. And Dad's going up against him with just a knife, which is a lot more like Dad, if... a bit stupid."
"Stupid?"
"I mean, why not shoot him, or lay a trap for him instead of going for hand-to-hand?"
"Maybe the lore on the guy says he can only be killed with a knife, so there might be a real good reason. Anyway, at least Dad's not being attacked by a lame-ass hell-hound-wannabe and doing nothing about it."
"True."
"*snerk* Kidney thief. Did he at least take her to Candy Mountain first?"
"Shush, Dean. I never should have showed you that thing on YouTube."
"Heh. Crazy unicorn cults. Wait, what's this 'hunter' guy Dad's suddenly best friends with doing saying he can hook Dad up with Mom?"
"That's a bit alarming, yeah."
"No way he can do it without going back to the house in Lawrence and running a seance in the ruins of the house, which is either rebuilt after a year, rubble that's still being investigated two weeks after the fire that got Mom, or a perfectly fine house with Mom still alive in it, four months pregnant, wondering where the hell Dad's gone off to with us."
"Or just you, actually, since I haven't even been born yet. I wonder where he's left us this time?"
"Traveling circus. With the clowns."
"Shut up, Dean."
"All alone, you and me, all night long, in the dark, with the clooooooooowns."
"I said shut up!"
"Heh. You are way too easy, Sammy."
"Whatever. Anyway. Nice to see Dad's not sitting there on his butt whimpering for a change."
"So he gets stronger with every new organ. That's different. Ever hear of this Doc Benton guy?"
*ping* "Uh... unless he's a character on ER last seen on the show in 2002, then no."
"Figures."
"But there is general lore from several cultures, going way back, about stealing the power of enemies by taking their organs."
"Well, that makes sense, 'coz your enemy's not gonna be too powerful right after you've ripped his liver out."
"True."
"Absolutely.... Heh. Walkie-talkies. God. Remember walkie-talkies?"
"That was a while ago."
"Eighties, though, so that fits. This Doc Benton guy's looking like a way bigger threat than that Sucko from issue two was."
"Yep. Although, it's nice of Benton to stop trying to yank out Dad's liver long enough for Dad to listen to enigmatic trenchcoat guy on the walkie-talkie."
"I don't know if the Doc waited that long, Sam. Dad's shagging ass out of there and never responded, so maybe Doc Benton was attacking the whole time."
"Maybe."
"Anyway, Dad really needs to stop leaving the damned headlights on on cars. It's really hard to drive away from an undead freak trying to steal your liver if the car battery's dead."
"Also very true."
"Okay, so burning the corpse the kidney came from burns the Doc's... uh... appendix?"
"Wrong side... Gall bladder, maybe?"
"Dude keeps his kidneys in a weird place."
"Well, he's doing his own surgery, so I guess it'd be hard to reach around behind and install them in the right location."
"Anyway. Torching the victim's corpse makes the organ no good to him and lights it up like a bumper on a pinball machine."
"Light is really spiky in these comics."
"Yeah, I noticed."
"He eats the organs? Okay, sure. That works. Easier than surgery..."
"Actually, I think it did say 'ingested' a couple pages back, but I got distracted by the date."
"Very distracting, that date. Dude, Dad with a chainsaw!"
"Hunh. That's a big step up from not knowing if he remembered to bring his shotgun to a monster hunt in issue two. Chainsaw."
"Hah! Awesome. The art on the saw-blade's pretty cool actually. Looks like it's buzzing. Dad sure did a turnaround in two weeks."
"If that's the time they meant. Keep in mind, Dean, if it has only been two weeks, he's gotten as much done in terms of making hunting contacts as he actually did in several years. Closer to a decade, really. So going from imminent monster chow to a chainsaw-wielding maniac at the same time is no real stretch."
"Of course not. Hell, at that rate, Dad's probably already found and killed the Demon in those two weeks, then went on to cure some incurable diseases or something."
"Sure. He did have a whole two weeks after all."
"Whoa, dude."
"Yeah. That's more like Dad. But... um..."
"Maybe a little... out the other side aggro, though?"
"Yeah... Well, at least he's not sitting around being helpless..."
"Did, uh, Dad cut out the kidney?"
"Might be a heart. Or a giant magenta slug. It's hard to tell."
"Whatever it is, he sure looks smug about it."
"Dad's a bit out of control, you think maybe?"
"Possibly. Could be he's just making up for sucking so much in the second comic."
"And in the thir-"
*KRACK-OOM*
"-Anyway, moving on now."
"Is there a particular reason this enigmatic trenchcoat guy is in blue all the time?"
"Maybe he hunted Smurfs too."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Dean."
"Wrong shade of blue for Smurfs anyway. He's more... aqua."
"So... he's Aquaman?"
"No Sammy, Aquaman's orange and green."
"I don't... whatever. Anyway, This is a total turnaround for Dad. He's gone kind of like you did with Gordon and the vampires."
"...yeah, something like that, I guess."
"I just meant, you with the chainsaw-"
"Next page, Sam."
"The gradient fill in the text boxes is driving me nuts."
"The who in the what now?"
"The way the boxes shade from white to blue. It makes it harder to read."
"If you say so. Hm. Mom was an outdoor nut?"
"That's interesting.... And Mom saved Dad in a white water rafting accident?"
"Cool. I mean if it did happen, hard to say. Mom could've been all kinds of things, I guess. There's a lot we don't know about her."
"... heh. Yeah. You could say that."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing, Dean. I'll tell you later. Sometime."
"'I'll kill anything in my way if I have to.' Okay, that's definitely sounding more like Dad."
"Where was he until now, though?"
"No idea. Maybe the evil station wagon was possessing him, took over his mind and made him a wimp."
"Dean, they're fixing the sta-"
"I know they're fixing the station wagon, Sam. Are they fixing Dad too?"
"...I really have no idea. I don't know how, without completely re-writing the comics."
"No way."
"Blue Earth?"
"No way. Dad didn't meet Pastor Jim until years later."
"Well, I'm actually a little relieved now."
"What? Why?"
"I was figuring they might turn around and reveal that enigmatic trenchcoat guy is supposed to be Pastor Jim."
"That would've totally sucked."
"Still got Bobby, Caleb and that guy Elkins as possibles."
"No way that's Bobby, Sam. No way."
"Hope not. Anyway, onward. Apparently, Pastor Jim has a 'gift'."
"...gift? What gift?"
"I don't know... but I have a sudden sense of dread and foreboding here, Dean."
"Gift. Hm. Yikes. Pastor Jim's laying the doctrine on a bit thick here."
"Just a bit. It's 1982, maybe he's new."
"Uh, okay... according to this, Pastor Jim's mom was insane."
"Whoa... What the hell?"
"Apparently she drowned him and his brother because the garbage didn't get picked up."
"Dude, that's just.... you ever hear about any of this, Sam? You talked to him more than I did."
"No, but maybe it was something he didn't want to tell kids."
"Doesn't seem to have a problem blurting it out to Dad here though, a guy he's barely met."
"Hm. I guess."
"Dude! Pastor Jim sees dead people! HA!"
"Dean, control yourself."
"Hehe, you're just jealous you've got competition you didn't know about in the Haley Joel department. Hey! That's not another damn Black Sucko tooth, is it?"
"What, the thing in the box? Maybe a shard of the windshield from the car he supposedly nearly drowned in?"
"What year was this crash supposed to have happened anyway? If it was anywhere from about the mid-sixties onward, it would have been safety glass. No shards."
"Might have been before then, or an older car. Anyway, no idea whether it's even glass or not at this point."
"So, Pastor Jim was nuts too? Did you get that impression from him? Like at all? Ever?"
"Nope. Probably one of the stablest hunters we ever met, next to Bobby. Hard to say what was going on with him, what brought him to hunting and all, but he wasn't unstable."
"Definitely. Dad only let us meet a few of his hunting contacts when we were growing up. And we were supposed to call Pastor Jim if he didn't show up when he said he was going to."
"Much as he did leave us alone at hotels and so forth growing up, I don't think he'd have had us relying on Pastor Jim as back-up if he couldn't rely on his mental stability."
"Well... this version of Dad left us with a total stranger less than two weeks after mom died, so who knows. So maybe he did leave us at the circus with the clo-"
"Dean, shove it with the clowns, okay."
"Hehehe, lemme get that next page for ya there Sammy while you're cowering in terro- OW! Dude, stop stomping on my foot!"
"Aw hell, it's not the damned Sucko again? I thought it ran away."
"Yeah, it looked like the Black Shuck. Briefly."
"Ordering it to take a belly flop on a wrought-iron fence? Dude, that's pretty cold."
"Yeah, but come on, Dean. Demon."
"Yeah. True. That page was good, actually. Bad tactically on the demon's part, waste of an evil minion, but good for, like, showing the kind of thing we're up against. Figure that's old yellow eyes calling the tune?"
"Maybe. He went dormant for 22 years though, that's why Dad didn't find him till he did."
"Well, considering you haven't even been born yet, maybe he's still awake."
"The date was a typo or something, Dean, they'll probably fix it when they do the graphic novel too."
"Hope so."
"What does Dad mean, he's done it before?"
"I think I heard something about Dad losing a thumbnail as part of some spell..."
"What? When the hell was that?"
"First issue."
"...Sam, we gotta-"
"Yeah, I know, I know, Dean. Talk to the dream, man."
"I just might. Wow. There's some pretty effed up crap going on with Pastor Jim here."
"Eee-yeah. Improvised blood rituals in the middle of the church, possibly in the middle of the day.... Okay, no, wait..."
"It's daylight out when they get to the church two pages ago, but it's dark out when the Sucko bites it on the page before this one. Is the Sucko in a different time zone or something?"
"Previous page says it's in Denver? I guess Black Shucks run fast. Covering about... 1400 miles in two weeks? Hundred miles a day?"
"Well... demon. Probably doesn't need to rest, might just be able to, ya know, go poof and be there."
"Anyway, so, Denver's only an hour's difference from Minnesota."
"Can't be night yet, Dad wasn't yacking with Pastor Jim that long."
"Maybe it's just before sunrise in Minnesota and there's... uh... really heavy cloud cover in Colorado?"
"Who knows, maybe a frigging UFO is landing. Anyway. Pretty much broad daylight in Minnesota when Pastor Jim is doing his slasher thing. He keeps his church door unlocked usually, doesn't he?"
"Yep. The real Pastor Jim did, anyway."
"What if his parishioners wander in?"
"...Maybe they're used to it?"
"Really, Sam? Couple little old ladies with, I dunno, tarts for the church bazaar or something pop in and there's Pastor Jim bleeding all over the place? 'Oh, don't mind the Pastor, Mabel, he's just summoning the dead again.' Dude. Come on."
"Yeah, I guess it'd be hard to explain."
"Not to mention fresh scars or bandages on his wrists. Nothing inspires confidence in a man of God more than him looking like he's tried to off himself repeatedly. That's ridiculous."
"Pastor Jim is really... tweaky, which would also be very reassuring in a man of the cloth."
"Way tweaky. Blood loss'll do that."
"Maybe he got better? Got some therapy or medication before we knew him?"
"Meh. Dad didn't actually meet him for years, so who knows what's up with this version. Next page."
"Um. No. Mom's spirit is in the house in Lawrence. Or she's still alive and pregnant depending on what the actual date is. If Dad's meeting anything there, it's a total fake. Ghosts are attached to remains, locations, objects or people. Mom's spirit was attached to the house in Lawrence, end of story."
"Maybe she-"
"Nope. It's not her, it's fake. Probably evil. Improvised, unsanctioned blood ritual on holy ground? Lotta stuff to mess with. I say evil fake. Got past holy ground because Pastor Jim called it. Whoever wrote this thing doesn't have a high opinion of Pastor Jim."
"This is the guy Dad always told us to call or go to if something happened. He had his personal stuff, yeah, all hunters do, but he wasn't unstable."
"This whole Pastor Jim blood ritual and insanity thing is really bugging me. It's like someone's calling him names behind his back or something."
"Especially considering he's dead."
"Exactly. He can't speak for himself anymore, well, without one of those 'speak with dead' rituals, so I feel like kicking someone's ass for him."
"I really don't think he'd have wanted that, Dean."
"Of course he wouldn't have. Anyway, next page."
"Whatever Dad's macking on, it's an evil fake. It's gotta be."
"...ahem."
"You okay, Sammy?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking.... Anyway, you're probably right. She's being real insistent about the open eye thing when Dad already had his eyes open earlier on the page."
"Which is a real rarity that the eyes are actually drawn in, so it stands out. Most of the time they're just big black blobs. I was beginning to think they all migrated to the bald guy in the ads or something."
"Dad's looking rough."
"Kind of like a basset hound in the last frame there."
"Honestly, I wouldn't blame him. He's done a lot of crap in two weeks."
"HA! Told ya! Improvised blood ritual in a church gets you invaded by evil things. Pastor Jim's a frigging dumbass in this comic. It's the frigging Sucko again though? Didn't it just die?"
"Well, it's missing a fang, so I'd say it's the same Black Shuck."
"And it's talking now? More intelligence than it's showed before."
"But it's dead. Not that that's much of a hinderance."
"Sooo... this is, what? It's spirit?"
"I've got another feeling of foreboding here, Dean."
"Okay, so.... what exactly was that, Sam?"
"...I think what they were going for was that Pastor Jim did actually summon Mom's spirit, and Mom turned into the Shuck to-"
"-to kick Dad in the ass and get him moving in the right direction?"
"Yeah, kind of."
"Even Mom thinks Dad's a clueless idiot in these comics. Except that it totally can't be Mom."
"Yeah 'cause normally spirits are attached to one person, place or thing and they don't swap around."
"Exactly. Hey, I got it! She's the clue fairy! Distributing clues to the clueless."
"...um... Dean?"
"What? It makes as much sense as anything else."
"Pastor Jim's saying it was the Shuck homing in on Mom to get to Dad."
"There is no way that could be Mom. Her spirit's tied to the house in Lawrence. And why would the Shuck be trying to help Dad figure anything out? ...Dude, my head hurts."
"Yeah, mine too."
"Numbers on the tooth now. See? Math. I told you it had pi on it."
"Why didn't Dad notice them before though?"
"Because in this comic, he's a moron. If Dad had actually had something like that tooth, something that was supposed to be directly linked to Mom's death, he'd have gone over the thing day and night, hundreds of times. Magnifying glasses and microscope if he could find one. There's no way he'd have missed frigging numbers, visible to the naked eye."
"It hasn't been in the art previously either. There haven't even been dots around that symbol."
"So, it's like a last minute plot addition? Anyway, doesn't matter. No way Dad wouldn't have seen them before and done something about them, especially if they were supposed to be Mom's time of death."
"It isn't even the right time. It was about 8:13 when Mom died."
"Really. How do you know that?"
"Uhhhh.... I saw, uh... I ran across it once. In Dad's journal. Can't remember exactly where."
"Oh. Okay.... So now they're coordinates? The hell? So this supposed time of death is coordinates? They're not trying to turn this into the reason Dad uses the Marine coordinate system, are they? 'Coz that's absolute crap."
"Who knows. At this point I wouldn't be surprised if this comic claimed Dad was taught bow-hunting by a passing troop of Girl Scouts."
"Aaaand Dad's having another flashback of kinky 'chase me through the woods' sex games with Mom and, again, I so didn't need to see that."
"Wow... they're being watched by the Shuck in 1977."
"What? No way."
"Last panel, Dean."
"Dude, what the hell are they trying to imply there!"
"Well, if it's a year out of step, like the other date, the implication here is that Dad chasing Mom around in the woods in her nightie was right after the rafting accident..."
"So... wait a minute. Hold on. This is supposed to be the thing before the ...uh...'nine months later Dean was born' thing?"
"Looks like they're saying the Black Shuck watched you being conceived."
"That's not right in so many ways. I mean what the hell? Is the comic implying some kind of Rosemary's Baby thing there about me or what?"
"I don't know, Dean. They seem to be."
"Because that's bull. I'm normal and Mom and Dad had nothing to do with demons or anything demonic before that yellow-eyed bastard came and screwed up our lives in '83."
"...yeah. Well, we'll have to see where the comic goes with that."
"Damn straight."
"And that's it for this issue. So, to summarize, Dad started hunting a year before Sam was born, or went from ineffectual wimp to chainsaw psycho in two weeks-"
"While accomplishing several years of social networking within a paranoid and distrusting militant subculture-"
"-Plus whatever time was spent in issue one and thr-"
*rumble*
"Yeah yeah. In other issues which we haven't read yet."
"Or he went back in time."
"Ha! How awesome would that be? 'John Winchester: Time-Traveling Demon Hunter' I'd pay actual cash for that comic."
"It wouldn't be even remotely true, Dean."
"Yeah, but at least it would deliberately be way off base and easier to ignore the parts that were total crap."
"True. Also in this comic, Pastor Jim sees dead people, is possibly insane, and does blood rituals in the middle of his church. Oh, and Dean may or may not have had a demonic dog watching his conception."
"Totally not. That is absolute bull."
"Of course it is Dean, and it was a year too early anyway."
"'S right. Total crap. There was no frigging Sucko playing peekaboo in the bush."
"Okay, so that's it for now, Dean you can go back to your dream about... what was it, ferrets?"
"Uh, naw. I'm cool. I think I'll wake up now and, uh, do things."
"Heh, okay, Dean."
"What? I've got things to do!"
"Uh-hunh. Whatever. Until next time then, we hope you've all enjoyed the commentary."
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A/N: This one was hard. They don't snark as easily when they don't have pictures of themselves to tease each other with. Anyway, again, I am not in any way trying to dissuade people from buying the comics. I love that there's a comic, I buy two copies of every issue so far, mentioned the promised changes for the graphic novel to someone at the comic store, and they are now apparently buying it themselves strictly as a 'collectible'. I intend to continue buying them. I am thrilled beyond reason that Peter Johnson has announced he will be trying to get the comic altered to get it more in line with events depicted in the TV series with regards to the origin of the Impala. Other bits... well, we'll have to see.
A/N2: Again, if there is a large negative reaction to this post, I will f-lock it, or private-lock it. If people don't enjoy it, then there's no reason to leave it public. No poll this time, you'll have to comment if you want your voice heard. ;-)
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Word Count: 3800-ish, plus reference graphics
Rating: GEN, pg-13
Summary: Sam and Dean do commentary on the SPN:Origins comic Issue #4 (Conversation-style)
Warnings: Extreme spoilers for SPN:Origins Issue #4, and spoilers for all of Season 1 and 2, definitely. Also contains a spoiler for "Charlie the Unicorn" video. Fracturing of the fourth wall with associated minor contusions. Random blather at no extra charge. Also, hints of meta/theory that would not be bludgeoned into silence. Excessive snark. Loads of notes and disclaimers at the beginning and A/N at the end.
THANK YOU again to malevolent73, longhairedlady, and wynterwolf47 for previewing/betaing and otherwise conspiring to make this not suck!
Note: This was started as a live commentary, as in I didn't read the comic through first. I started reading it, got to the thing about the date and suddenly went straight into commentary mode, then got blocked, then rushed a bit getting it finished. So, this could be a bit of a bumpy ride...
DISCLAIMERS:
Images from Supernatural Origins Issue #4 are reproduced for review and analysis purposes and are not intended to infringe the copyright in any way. All rights remain with Wildstorm and the original authors. I will remove the images if requested by the copyright holders.
The characters of Sam and Dean Winchester belong to Eric Kripke and the CW Network. The opinions they express are nobody's but mine and my guess at what the characters would think of events depicted. Which is, again likely way off base, but hopefully entertaining.
PLEASE NOTE: No insult or injury is intended. Just expressing an opinion or two. I don't want to offend people.
Comicommentary: Supernatural Origins Issue #4
"Sam and Dean here again, doing commentary on another issue of Supernatural Origins."
"...no... no... not the ferrets..."
"Dean?"
"Hunh? Wha-? Sam?"
"Sorry to interrupt your, uh, dream already in progress apparently, Dean, but we're doing another comic thing."
"Oh? Oh, good."
"Ferrets?"
"Never mind. Let's do this."
"Well, to start, the cover is very... pink."
"Yeah. Pink... Kinda looks like seventies porn."
"When did you see seventies porn? You were born in 1979."
"What do you think they play on the free porn channels in the hotels, Sam?"
"Okay, fine."
"Ya know, just 'coz I don't have high-end exotic pay-per-view leanings-"
"I said fine, Dean. Can we drop the porn now?"
"Heh, yeah sure. Cover's still pink and porny though. Is the chick supposed to be a succubus or something?"
"...I think it's supposed to be Mom."
"Mom didn't look like that."
"Non-photorealistic, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah. But her hair was nothing like that. And what's up with Dad's ear?"
"Hunh?"
"Dad's ear. Looks kinda... elvish."
"Naw, it's just drawn weird 'coz of the angle."
"Good, 'coz I'd hate to think Dad was an elvish impersonator. Hehe, get it, Sam? Elvish imp- ow! Dude! That was my foot!"
"I know it was your foot. I was aiming for your foot. Can we get on with this now please?"
"Fine, whatever."
"Okay then."
"Hmf. Didn't think you could feel pain in a friggin' dream..."
"It's 1977. Flashback?"
"Maybe. Some woman in a nightgown running away from some guy."
"I think that's supposed to be Mom too."
"Really? If it is, I want to know who's chasing her through the woods and where Dad is."
"Well, since it's 1977, maybe he hasn't met her yet. When did they get married anyway?"
"Don't remember."
"...so... uh. She's running away from Dad?"
"Through the woods, in the dark. In her nightie. Seriously?"
"Yeah. Looks like, anyway."
"Well, whatever it wasn't time for before, it's time now that Dad's tripped over something."
"Hmm... okay..."
"And Mom throws her... uh..."
"What the hell? It is seventies porn."
"Only with Dad and Mom."
"Okay. One, I never needed to see anything that's supposed to be Dad holding a bra and smirking. Two, I sure as hell hope they aren't gonna show Mom naked."
"It's a comic, Dean, I doubt they will."
"There's loads of nudity in comics, there's Xxxenoph-"
"Not in standard comics. This is printed by an offshoot of DC Comics."
"Hm. Yeah, alright. So... is Dad dreaming or having some kind of flashback or what?"
"Not sure. Next page."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Dad's drawing a knife on Mom? That's just wrong."
"No Dean, it's 1982 now. That's... um."
"Really frigging confusing. And still all kinds of wrong."
"Oh, wait, I see. It's some kind of mind-control hallucination thing that's making Dad think it's Mom, and that he's back in 1977. I think. Only it's actually 1982... and Dad's hunting it... "
"Wait a minute. Mom died in '83. What is Dad doing hunting in eighty... tw- Oh hell. Don't tell me they got the damned date wrong too?"
"Looks like."
"It's- how the hell can they get the date wrong? You weren't even born yet in 1982, Sam."
"They've gotten so much else wrong, why break a streak. I mean, it's not like it's a really prominent date, or anything. Not like we didn't use it as a contact code on our voicemails for anyone with information about how Mom died to get hold of us. Or, you know, used it as the combination of the lock in the trunk or anything."
"Dude! Don't tell them the combination of the weapons locker!"
"Most of them know it already anyway, and the rest of them could find out with very little effort."
"What? These people know entirely too much about us, Sam. Are you sure-"
"It's okay, Dean, it's just a dream. None of them are anywhere near the Impala, or about to rummage in your trunk. They're fine."
"...if you say so... Still think you shouldn't say it outright."
"Maybe if we did more often, the comic wouldn't have got it wrong."
"Sam..."
"Oh relax, I'm not gonna tell anyone who can actually get at the Impala the combination. The date's just annoying me and I'm trying to make a point."
"Fine. Point made. So anyway. Next page?"
"Next page."
"It's November 17th 1982. If that was actually supposed to be '83 instead of '82... Uh, okay. So this is supposed to be only two weeks after Mom died?"
"Maybe they're off by two years instead of one?"
"I hope they're off by two years. Otherwise they have Dad the dud fi-"
"Dad wasn't a dud, Sam."
"As depicted in the last comic we looked at..."
"...yeah, okay, point."
"Thank you. Dad the dud finding a contact network which actually took him years to build in those two weeks, with no real effort on his part."
"Including any time he spent doing, or more likely not doing stuff in the first issue."
"Exactly. Not to mention visiting Ellen's bar about nine years too early."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"When was this? He was hanging out with enigmatic trenchcoat poser guy after murdering Uncle Jake at the end of the last one we read."
"Happens in issue three, apparently."
"What? This isn't issue three?"
"Nope. Issue four."
"Why'd we skip another one, Sam? I mean we didn't do issue one, now we've missed issue thr-"
*krack-OOM*
"What the hell was that? Thunder?"
"Uhh... I think it's the dream's way of letting us know it doesn't want to talk about issue three for a while yet, Dean."
"But issue four is okay?"
"...well, we'll see. I think the dream's going in blind on this one."
"Do I want to know how you know... never mind. So. They got the date wrong. Really, really wrong. Let's take a look at the rest of the page.... This Doc Benton guy sounds like a real charmer. Some kind of do-it-yourself Frankenstein action? Self-made zombie?"
"Maybe. And Dad's going up against him with just a knife, which is a lot more like Dad, if... a bit stupid."
"Stupid?"
"I mean, why not shoot him, or lay a trap for him instead of going for hand-to-hand?"
"Maybe the lore on the guy says he can only be killed with a knife, so there might be a real good reason. Anyway, at least Dad's not being attacked by a lame-ass hell-hound-wannabe and doing nothing about it."
"True."
"*snerk* Kidney thief. Did he at least take her to Candy Mountain first?"
"Shush, Dean. I never should have showed you that thing on YouTube."
"Heh. Crazy unicorn cults. Wait, what's this 'hunter' guy Dad's suddenly best friends with doing saying he can hook Dad up with Mom?"
"That's a bit alarming, yeah."
"No way he can do it without going back to the house in Lawrence and running a seance in the ruins of the house, which is either rebuilt after a year, rubble that's still being investigated two weeks after the fire that got Mom, or a perfectly fine house with Mom still alive in it, four months pregnant, wondering where the hell Dad's gone off to with us."
"Or just you, actually, since I haven't even been born yet. I wonder where he's left us this time?"
"Traveling circus. With the clowns."
"Shut up, Dean."
"All alone, you and me, all night long, in the dark, with the clooooooooowns."
"I said shut up!"
"Heh. You are way too easy, Sammy."
"Whatever. Anyway. Nice to see Dad's not sitting there on his butt whimpering for a change."
"So he gets stronger with every new organ. That's different. Ever hear of this Doc Benton guy?"
*ping* "Uh... unless he's a character on ER last seen on the show in 2002, then no."
"Figures."
"But there is general lore from several cultures, going way back, about stealing the power of enemies by taking their organs."
"Well, that makes sense, 'coz your enemy's not gonna be too powerful right after you've ripped his liver out."
"True."
"Absolutely.... Heh. Walkie-talkies. God. Remember walkie-talkies?"
"That was a while ago."
"Eighties, though, so that fits. This Doc Benton guy's looking like a way bigger threat than that Sucko from issue two was."
"Yep. Although, it's nice of Benton to stop trying to yank out Dad's liver long enough for Dad to listen to enigmatic trenchcoat guy on the walkie-talkie."
"I don't know if the Doc waited that long, Sam. Dad's shagging ass out of there and never responded, so maybe Doc Benton was attacking the whole time."
"Maybe."
"Anyway, Dad really needs to stop leaving the damned headlights on on cars. It's really hard to drive away from an undead freak trying to steal your liver if the car battery's dead."
"Also very true."
"Okay, so burning the corpse the kidney came from burns the Doc's... uh... appendix?"
"Wrong side... Gall bladder, maybe?"
"Dude keeps his kidneys in a weird place."
"Well, he's doing his own surgery, so I guess it'd be hard to reach around behind and install them in the right location."
"Anyway. Torching the victim's corpse makes the organ no good to him and lights it up like a bumper on a pinball machine."
"Light is really spiky in these comics."
"Yeah, I noticed."
"He eats the organs? Okay, sure. That works. Easier than surgery..."
"Actually, I think it did say 'ingested' a couple pages back, but I got distracted by the date."
"Very distracting, that date. Dude, Dad with a chainsaw!"
"Hunh. That's a big step up from not knowing if he remembered to bring his shotgun to a monster hunt in issue two. Chainsaw."
"Hah! Awesome. The art on the saw-blade's pretty cool actually. Looks like it's buzzing. Dad sure did a turnaround in two weeks."
"If that's the time they meant. Keep in mind, Dean, if it has only been two weeks, he's gotten as much done in terms of making hunting contacts as he actually did in several years. Closer to a decade, really. So going from imminent monster chow to a chainsaw-wielding maniac at the same time is no real stretch."
"Of course not. Hell, at that rate, Dad's probably already found and killed the Demon in those two weeks, then went on to cure some incurable diseases or something."
"Sure. He did have a whole two weeks after all."
"Whoa, dude."
"Yeah. That's more like Dad. But... um..."
"Maybe a little... out the other side aggro, though?"
"Yeah... Well, at least he's not sitting around being helpless..."
"Did, uh, Dad cut out the kidney?"
"Might be a heart. Or a giant magenta slug. It's hard to tell."
"Whatever it is, he sure looks smug about it."
"Dad's a bit out of control, you think maybe?"
"Possibly. Could be he's just making up for sucking so much in the second comic."
"And in the thir-"
*KRACK-OOM*
"-Anyway, moving on now."
"Is there a particular reason this enigmatic trenchcoat guy is in blue all the time?"
"Maybe he hunted Smurfs too."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Dean."
"Wrong shade of blue for Smurfs anyway. He's more... aqua."
"So... he's Aquaman?"
"No Sammy, Aquaman's orange and green."
"I don't... whatever. Anyway, This is a total turnaround for Dad. He's gone kind of like you did with Gordon and the vampires."
"...yeah, something like that, I guess."
"I just meant, you with the chainsaw-"
"Next page, Sam."
"The gradient fill in the text boxes is driving me nuts."
"The who in the what now?"
"The way the boxes shade from white to blue. It makes it harder to read."
"If you say so. Hm. Mom was an outdoor nut?"
"That's interesting.... And Mom saved Dad in a white water rafting accident?"
"Cool. I mean if it did happen, hard to say. Mom could've been all kinds of things, I guess. There's a lot we don't know about her."
"... heh. Yeah. You could say that."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing, Dean. I'll tell you later. Sometime."
"'I'll kill anything in my way if I have to.' Okay, that's definitely sounding more like Dad."
"Where was he until now, though?"
"No idea. Maybe the evil station wagon was possessing him, took over his mind and made him a wimp."
"Dean, they're fixing the sta-"
"I know they're fixing the station wagon, Sam. Are they fixing Dad too?"
"...I really have no idea. I don't know how, without completely re-writing the comics."
"No way."
"Blue Earth?"
"No way. Dad didn't meet Pastor Jim until years later."
"Well, I'm actually a little relieved now."
"What? Why?"
"I was figuring they might turn around and reveal that enigmatic trenchcoat guy is supposed to be Pastor Jim."
"That would've totally sucked."
"Still got Bobby, Caleb and that guy Elkins as possibles."
"No way that's Bobby, Sam. No way."
"Hope not. Anyway, onward. Apparently, Pastor Jim has a 'gift'."
"...gift? What gift?"
"I don't know... but I have a sudden sense of dread and foreboding here, Dean."
"Gift. Hm. Yikes. Pastor Jim's laying the doctrine on a bit thick here."
"Just a bit. It's 1982, maybe he's new."
"Uh, okay... according to this, Pastor Jim's mom was insane."
"Whoa... What the hell?"
"Apparently she drowned him and his brother because the garbage didn't get picked up."
"Dude, that's just.... you ever hear about any of this, Sam? You talked to him more than I did."
"No, but maybe it was something he didn't want to tell kids."
"Doesn't seem to have a problem blurting it out to Dad here though, a guy he's barely met."
"Hm. I guess."
"Dude! Pastor Jim sees dead people! HA!"
"Dean, control yourself."
"Hehe, you're just jealous you've got competition you didn't know about in the Haley Joel department. Hey! That's not another damn Black Sucko tooth, is it?"
"What, the thing in the box? Maybe a shard of the windshield from the car he supposedly nearly drowned in?"
"What year was this crash supposed to have happened anyway? If it was anywhere from about the mid-sixties onward, it would have been safety glass. No shards."
"Might have been before then, or an older car. Anyway, no idea whether it's even glass or not at this point."
"So, Pastor Jim was nuts too? Did you get that impression from him? Like at all? Ever?"
"Nope. Probably one of the stablest hunters we ever met, next to Bobby. Hard to say what was going on with him, what brought him to hunting and all, but he wasn't unstable."
"Definitely. Dad only let us meet a few of his hunting contacts when we were growing up. And we were supposed to call Pastor Jim if he didn't show up when he said he was going to."
"Much as he did leave us alone at hotels and so forth growing up, I don't think he'd have had us relying on Pastor Jim as back-up if he couldn't rely on his mental stability."
"Well... this version of Dad left us with a total stranger less than two weeks after mom died, so who knows. So maybe he did leave us at the circus with the clo-"
"Dean, shove it with the clowns, okay."
"Hehehe, lemme get that next page for ya there Sammy while you're cowering in terro- OW! Dude, stop stomping on my foot!"
"Aw hell, it's not the damned Sucko again? I thought it ran away."
"Yeah, it looked like the Black Shuck. Briefly."
"Ordering it to take a belly flop on a wrought-iron fence? Dude, that's pretty cold."
"Yeah, but come on, Dean. Demon."
"Yeah. True. That page was good, actually. Bad tactically on the demon's part, waste of an evil minion, but good for, like, showing the kind of thing we're up against. Figure that's old yellow eyes calling the tune?"
"Maybe. He went dormant for 22 years though, that's why Dad didn't find him till he did."
"Well, considering you haven't even been born yet, maybe he's still awake."
"The date was a typo or something, Dean, they'll probably fix it when they do the graphic novel too."
"Hope so."
"What does Dad mean, he's done it before?"
"I think I heard something about Dad losing a thumbnail as part of some spell..."
"What? When the hell was that?"
"First issue."
"...Sam, we gotta-"
"Yeah, I know, I know, Dean. Talk to the dream, man."
"I just might. Wow. There's some pretty effed up crap going on with Pastor Jim here."
"Eee-yeah. Improvised blood rituals in the middle of the church, possibly in the middle of the day.... Okay, no, wait..."
"It's daylight out when they get to the church two pages ago, but it's dark out when the Sucko bites it on the page before this one. Is the Sucko in a different time zone or something?"
"Previous page says it's in Denver? I guess Black Shucks run fast. Covering about... 1400 miles in two weeks? Hundred miles a day?"
"Well... demon. Probably doesn't need to rest, might just be able to, ya know, go poof and be there."
"Anyway, so, Denver's only an hour's difference from Minnesota."
"Can't be night yet, Dad wasn't yacking with Pastor Jim that long."
"Maybe it's just before sunrise in Minnesota and there's... uh... really heavy cloud cover in Colorado?"
"Who knows, maybe a frigging UFO is landing. Anyway. Pretty much broad daylight in Minnesota when Pastor Jim is doing his slasher thing. He keeps his church door unlocked usually, doesn't he?"
"Yep. The real Pastor Jim did, anyway."
"What if his parishioners wander in?"
"...Maybe they're used to it?"
"Really, Sam? Couple little old ladies with, I dunno, tarts for the church bazaar or something pop in and there's Pastor Jim bleeding all over the place? 'Oh, don't mind the Pastor, Mabel, he's just summoning the dead again.' Dude. Come on."
"Yeah, I guess it'd be hard to explain."
"Not to mention fresh scars or bandages on his wrists. Nothing inspires confidence in a man of God more than him looking like he's tried to off himself repeatedly. That's ridiculous."
"Pastor Jim is really... tweaky, which would also be very reassuring in a man of the cloth."
"Way tweaky. Blood loss'll do that."
"Maybe he got better? Got some therapy or medication before we knew him?"
"Meh. Dad didn't actually meet him for years, so who knows what's up with this version. Next page."
"Um. No. Mom's spirit is in the house in Lawrence. Or she's still alive and pregnant depending on what the actual date is. If Dad's meeting anything there, it's a total fake. Ghosts are attached to remains, locations, objects or people. Mom's spirit was attached to the house in Lawrence, end of story."
"Maybe she-"
"Nope. It's not her, it's fake. Probably evil. Improvised, unsanctioned blood ritual on holy ground? Lotta stuff to mess with. I say evil fake. Got past holy ground because Pastor Jim called it. Whoever wrote this thing doesn't have a high opinion of Pastor Jim."
"This is the guy Dad always told us to call or go to if something happened. He had his personal stuff, yeah, all hunters do, but he wasn't unstable."
"This whole Pastor Jim blood ritual and insanity thing is really bugging me. It's like someone's calling him names behind his back or something."
"Especially considering he's dead."
"Exactly. He can't speak for himself anymore, well, without one of those 'speak with dead' rituals, so I feel like kicking someone's ass for him."
"I really don't think he'd have wanted that, Dean."
"Of course he wouldn't have. Anyway, next page."
"Whatever Dad's macking on, it's an evil fake. It's gotta be."
"...ahem."
"You okay, Sammy?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking.... Anyway, you're probably right. She's being real insistent about the open eye thing when Dad already had his eyes open earlier on the page."
"Which is a real rarity that the eyes are actually drawn in, so it stands out. Most of the time they're just big black blobs. I was beginning to think they all migrated to the bald guy in the ads or something."
"Dad's looking rough."
"Kind of like a basset hound in the last frame there."
"Honestly, I wouldn't blame him. He's done a lot of crap in two weeks."
"HA! Told ya! Improvised blood ritual in a church gets you invaded by evil things. Pastor Jim's a frigging dumbass in this comic. It's the frigging Sucko again though? Didn't it just die?"
"Well, it's missing a fang, so I'd say it's the same Black Shuck."
"And it's talking now? More intelligence than it's showed before."
"But it's dead. Not that that's much of a hinderance."
"Sooo... this is, what? It's spirit?"
"I've got another feeling of foreboding here, Dean."
"Okay, so.... what exactly was that, Sam?"
"...I think what they were going for was that Pastor Jim did actually summon Mom's spirit, and Mom turned into the Shuck to-"
"-to kick Dad in the ass and get him moving in the right direction?"
"Yeah, kind of."
"Even Mom thinks Dad's a clueless idiot in these comics. Except that it totally can't be Mom."
"Yeah 'cause normally spirits are attached to one person, place or thing and they don't swap around."
"Exactly. Hey, I got it! She's the clue fairy! Distributing clues to the clueless."
"...um... Dean?"
"What? It makes as much sense as anything else."
"Pastor Jim's saying it was the Shuck homing in on Mom to get to Dad."
"There is no way that could be Mom. Her spirit's tied to the house in Lawrence. And why would the Shuck be trying to help Dad figure anything out? ...Dude, my head hurts."
"Yeah, mine too."
"Numbers on the tooth now. See? Math. I told you it had pi on it."
"Why didn't Dad notice them before though?"
"Because in this comic, he's a moron. If Dad had actually had something like that tooth, something that was supposed to be directly linked to Mom's death, he'd have gone over the thing day and night, hundreds of times. Magnifying glasses and microscope if he could find one. There's no way he'd have missed frigging numbers, visible to the naked eye."
"It hasn't been in the art previously either. There haven't even been dots around that symbol."
"So, it's like a last minute plot addition? Anyway, doesn't matter. No way Dad wouldn't have seen them before and done something about them, especially if they were supposed to be Mom's time of death."
"It isn't even the right time. It was about 8:13 when Mom died."
"Really. How do you know that?"
"Uhhhh.... I saw, uh... I ran across it once. In Dad's journal. Can't remember exactly where."
"Oh. Okay.... So now they're coordinates? The hell? So this supposed time of death is coordinates? They're not trying to turn this into the reason Dad uses the Marine coordinate system, are they? 'Coz that's absolute crap."
"Who knows. At this point I wouldn't be surprised if this comic claimed Dad was taught bow-hunting by a passing troop of Girl Scouts."
"Aaaand Dad's having another flashback of kinky 'chase me through the woods' sex games with Mom and, again, I so didn't need to see that."
"Wow... they're being watched by the Shuck in 1977."
"What? No way."
"Last panel, Dean."
"Dude, what the hell are they trying to imply there!"
"Well, if it's a year out of step, like the other date, the implication here is that Dad chasing Mom around in the woods in her nightie was right after the rafting accident..."
"So... wait a minute. Hold on. This is supposed to be the thing before the ...uh...'nine months later Dean was born' thing?"
"Looks like they're saying the Black Shuck watched you being conceived."
"That's not right in so many ways. I mean what the hell? Is the comic implying some kind of Rosemary's Baby thing there about me or what?"
"I don't know, Dean. They seem to be."
"Because that's bull. I'm normal and Mom and Dad had nothing to do with demons or anything demonic before that yellow-eyed bastard came and screwed up our lives in '83."
"...yeah. Well, we'll have to see where the comic goes with that."
"Damn straight."
"And that's it for this issue. So, to summarize, Dad started hunting a year before Sam was born, or went from ineffectual wimp to chainsaw psycho in two weeks-"
"While accomplishing several years of social networking within a paranoid and distrusting militant subculture-"
"-Plus whatever time was spent in issue one and thr-"
*rumble*
"Yeah yeah. In other issues which we haven't read yet."
"Or he went back in time."
"Ha! How awesome would that be? 'John Winchester: Time-Traveling Demon Hunter' I'd pay actual cash for that comic."
"It wouldn't be even remotely true, Dean."
"Yeah, but at least it would deliberately be way off base and easier to ignore the parts that were total crap."
"True. Also in this comic, Pastor Jim sees dead people, is possibly insane, and does blood rituals in the middle of his church. Oh, and Dean may or may not have had a demonic dog watching his conception."
"Totally not. That is absolute bull."
"Of course it is Dean, and it was a year too early anyway."
"'S right. Total crap. There was no frigging Sucko playing peekaboo in the bush."
"Okay, so that's it for now, Dean you can go back to your dream about... what was it, ferrets?"
"Uh, naw. I'm cool. I think I'll wake up now and, uh, do things."
"Heh, okay, Dean."
"What? I've got things to do!"
"Uh-hunh. Whatever. Until next time then, we hope you've all enjoyed the commentary."
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A/N: This one was hard. They don't snark as easily when they don't have pictures of themselves to tease each other with. Anyway, again, I am not in any way trying to dissuade people from buying the comics. I love that there's a comic, I buy two copies of every issue so far, mentioned the promised changes for the graphic novel to someone at the comic store, and they are now apparently buying it themselves strictly as a 'collectible'. I intend to continue buying them. I am thrilled beyond reason that Peter Johnson has announced he will be trying to get the comic altered to get it more in line with events depicted in the TV series with regards to the origin of the Impala. Other bits... well, we'll have to see.
A/N2: Again, if there is a large negative reaction to this post, I will f-lock it, or private-lock it. If people don't enjoy it, then there's no reason to leave it public. No poll this time, you'll have to comment if you want your voice heard. ;-)
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