Before we get into this recap let’s talk about the “Previously”. The only thing it was missing was a clip from After School Special, because what is a flashback without a flash of Brock Kelly? Aside from that, this “Previously” was basically might as well have been called “That’s it, that’s the show”.
And now the “Now”. Continue reading
Rexford, Idaho. A man calls the suicide hotline, but drops the phone and leaves the poor gal blathering buzz phrases into the ether. That is until he plops the receiver (which is attached to a cord that runs to the base of his rotary phone) back onto the cradle. Without her trying to pull him back from the ledge he picks up his gun and aims it at his temple, but he catches sight of a (black and white) photograph of whom we can only assume is his wife and child, and he can’t do it.
Suddenly, there’s a stranger in the room with him, a shadowed figure complete with foreboding music.
Do you recognize that musical arrangement? One of my personal favorites, it’s the sound of John Winchester revealing he’s the Yellow Eyed Demon. Misty watercolor memories, yo.
Only this time the man obviously isn’t a demon. You can tell by the single cross-shaped earring in his left ear.
Seriously though, what year is this?? Continue reading
Going by this episode’s “Then” intro…
Yeah, who knows? That was one strange clip mix, huh? Let’s forget it happened and move on, y/y? Continue reading
Picture it: Lebanon, Kansas, 1935. The first Men of Letters to occupy the bunker, Peter and James, meet up to crack open the joint. Switches flipped, they take a look around at their freshly constructed HQ. James is less than impressed. Peter is full of bright-eyed enthusiasm. That is, until he realizes that it’s a total bore. James, on the other hand, seems to like the quiet. Quiet that is interrupted by a Batcall. Continue reading
Catholic church backyards are beautiful at night aren’t they? The two priests taking a stroll seem to think so. It’s all fun and games and Monsignor visit prep until an angel shows up and creepily asks if you’ve seen a graceless ex-angel lately. Continue reading
A body bag being dragged through a romantically lit house. Deep-fried phalanges peeking out from said body bag. That’s right folks, it’s time for a new episode of Supernatural! Continue reading
Throw a party, toss off your grumpiness; hellatus is over and season 9 is here.
We open the episode with Sam and Dean cruising in the Impala discussing rain of angels. Sam is ready to deal with it, Dean is gruff and distant. Okay, so it’s a kinda depressing party.
You really are back Supernatural! Continue reading
Cue the music. Reflect on it all. Cry your first round of tears.
Now let us begin season eight’s ending. Continue reading
Remember Tommy Collins? Think back 170 episodes; you remember, back when Dean didn’t wear shorts? Tommy’s back in the woods having Wendigo flashbacks, which are way worse than acid flashbacks but at least Tommy knows what he’s up against this time.
Or not. His body is flung around the cabin until his blood pressure skyrockets and his body bleeds out like a popped grape. Continue reading
Good news! Sam and Dean have found their prophet. He’s back on Garth’s boat.
Kinda shaky news: their prophet is looking rough, yo.
Back on the plus side, it seems that even though Kevin ran away in a fit of insanity and anxiety, he hasn’t forgotten the fundamentals; super soak with holy water first, ask questions later. Especially when the Winchester brothers neglect to use the secret clubhouse knock. Nevertheless, the holy water has zero ill effect and they come bearing a gift: 50% of one mystical, magical piece of piety that they’ve stolen from Crowley using a bit of bait and switch. Kevin gets to work on translating and the boys leave him after Sam gives him a perky puppy of a pep talk.
Does anyone else feel like they REALLY missed something? Continue reading