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Supernatural 8.23 – Sacrifice


Cue the music. Reflect on it all. Cry your first round of tears.

Now let us begin season eight’s ending. Continue reading

Supernatural 8.22 – Clip Show


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

Supernatural 8.21 – The Great Escapist


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

Supernatural 8.20 – Pac-Man Fever


Harry S. Truman is on the wall, Dixieland jazz is playing on the gramophone, Dean Winchester is in a military uniform with spit-slick, part-perfect hair and here we sit with absolutely zero explanation as to why we’ve time warped back to 1951. Dean doesn’t know what’s going on either, all he knows is he’s barricaded in and the music ain’t his scene, so he busts out. The hallway is carnage, dead nurses as far as the eye can see. The only clue we (Dean included) get is a newspaper declaring Truman’s denial of military experimentation.

Oh yeah, and something’s after Dean. Continue reading

Supernatural 8.19 – Taxi Driver


Kevin Tran is hearing a voice in his head. Crowley’s voice to be exact. His voice is warning him that working with the Winchesters leads nowhere fast and if he thinks Crowley taking his finger was bad Kevin’s brain supplies the image and feeling of being a broken, maimed, bloody mess.

The next morning Sam and Dean pay a Kevin a visit. Kevin is a paranoid, unwashed mess babbling about Crowley living in his brain. Dean thinks Kevin needs to eat more Xanax. On the plus side, Kevin has translated the second trial: an innocent soul has to be rescued from Hell and returned to Heaven. Oh, gee, is that all. Continue reading

Supernatural 8.18 – Freaks and Geeks


Remember Krissy? Vaguely? Yeah, same here, but thankfully the previouslies are there to jog our memory about the child of a hunter going straight. There’s also a lot of vampire refresher course going on, so it’s safe to surmise that it’s gonna be of some import.

Conway Springs, Kansas, Krissy and a boy toy are sucking face in a parked car. A shadow streaks past the window and the kids seem freaked. That is until the boy hops out of the car and removes the shadow’s head from its shoulders (the shadow was actually a vampire, by the way). Another girl, Josephine, emerges from the shadow and we find out that the underage trio are playing bait and decapitate. The boy, Aiden, seems shook up but relieved.

One down, two to go. Continue reading

Supernatural 8.17 – Goodbye Stranger


SPN springtime hiatus is done.

And how do we come back? With a tooth and nail fight between Castiel and Dean. Wait… what? Yup, that’s right. Dean and Castiel are duking it out and Dean’s not doing so well. If you put money on Castiel taking Dean out with his angel sword you’d be a winner. And a sick son of a gun, too.

The lights come on and Naomi comes into the room, high heels tapping in an evil angel way. She’s proud of Castiel because she doesn’t have to give him two for flinching; he took Dean out like an assassin. Which, judging from the hundreds upon hundreds of Dean doppelganger corpses littering the floor, he’s had some practice doing for quite some time. Continue reading

Supernatural 8.16 – Remember the Titans


Great Falls, Indiana, city limits.

A man is walking along the road.

Another man is driving the same road. And drinking.

Vehicular homicide, it’s disturbingly normal and human and horrible. The next morning the body is iced over and a crow picks at the dead victim’s viscera as a local LEO’s car approaches. The state trooper turns to call it in and the body just pops up and flees the scene, much to the state trooper’s confusion.

Over at the Men of Letters HQ, Sam Winchester is spitting up blood as inconspicuously as possible while Dean Winchester is puttering around the house in his dapper robe, sipping his coffee and getting mighty suspicious of his brother’s behavior. Sam distracts him with a newspaper article about the undead hit ‘n’ run. Time to get out of your pajamas and into your Fed suit, Dean; you and your brother have a state trooper to question. Continue reading

Supernatural 8.15 – Man’s Best Friend With Benefits


The alleyway is dark, the woman walking through it is a hooker, man is following her and she’s wearing heels. This is not going to go well for her. The man flashes his badge. Damn the fuzz, man. He goes to cuff her, but instead he murders her in a bloody fashion. With his bare hands. Dirty cops are the worst.

Suddenly, the same man jackknifes up in his bed. It was all a terrible nightmare. His faithful Doberman whines in sympathy, or annoyance at being woken up. The man heads the kitchen for a drink and finds his bloody monogrammed shirt in his trashcan that strongly implies the dream evidence is contrary. Continue reading

Supernatural 8.13 – Everybody Hates Hitler


Picture it, Vitsyebsk, 1944. The Nazi Germans are partying it up in the then Soviet Union, but their lighthearted fun is interrupted by an attack, broken glass, a Nazi book in need of protection, the sounds of gunfire and shouts that whatever is taking them out just won’t go down no matter how much lead they pump into in. The commandant orders them to keep fighting, fight to the death. And they do. Even as a giant comes crashing through the doors and decimates them while their bullets just absorb into him.

Meanwhile, the commandant is chanting in Latin. He casts a spell that makes him disappear and sets the room on fire.

Wait. Nazi magicians?

We’ll get back to that later. Continue reading