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“There’s lots of looks and tips of the head, silent exchanges between the brothers as they try to convince Number Six to let them take her out of there. (There’s lots of flashing of flashlights, as well, in this ep, always sexy, and it starts in the first scene where the boys are looking for Number Six’s car. Which they can’t find.) Personally, I wouldn’t get into a stranger’s car on a BET, let alone with these two characters, because if I didn’t know them, I would be totally freaked to meet them on the road like this, and run very far, very fast in the opposite direction. It just adds to the creepiness of this ep that Number Six does not, no, instead she gets into the back seat of the black (totally AWESOME) and scary car with two guys well over the six foot limit, and allows herself to be driven off.”
Calming the ghost
Keeping the peace
Love that eyebrow
Taking some whumpage
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“Second, I’m pleased on account of The Dad’s theory about Croatoan. Legend has it that the colony of Roanoke disappeared, and either they got absorbed or killed by nearby Indian tribes. Perhaps they wandered aimlessly off in search of the nearest Ye Olde Coffee Shoppe, whatever. There’s an overarching 400 years or more of history to attest to the fact that the colony vanished in mysterious but was most assuredly a normal, earthly manner. The Dad, however, tosses all of this out the window and without a single nod to any generally accepted “lore” that had been unearthed, ascribes the entire disaster to the YED messing around with his pet virus. You have to love a man with enough chutzpah to overthrow current carbon dating methods, satellite imagery, anthropological digs, DNA testing, preserved letters and ephemera, the History Channel, the Discovery Channel, TLC, National Geographic Magazine, AND The Smithsonian – all to theorize that the devil did it.”
Checking through eyelashes
Wide eyed boy
You killed Mr. Rogers
Love that neck
Doing the hard thing
Sammy Sam Sam
Pastoral beer drinking
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“It must have been coming on sunset when they filmed, with the light slanting through the trees from the west. Both boys are lit up like Christmas morning. Dean circles around Sam, who watches as his brother digs and then joins in the dither about graveyard dust and black cat bones. You can count the freckles across the bridge of Dean’s nose, and you could spin a rope from the thickness of Sam’s eyelashes. You can see the green glitter glint of Dean’s eyes, and the hard planes of Sam’s jaw. They’re stunning and beautiful and almost unearthly here. It’s amazing that Show doesn’t figure out how glorious this looks and film ALL of their scenes at this time of day. I’m sure that the fact that they don’t is a punishment for some past sin of mine, or maybe it’s that Show knows that if it gives me too many daylight scenes like this, I’ll just become jaded and spoiled.”
People are STOOPID
Sharing the sunlight
Smile for me
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“Anyway, the interrogation focuses on Dean, whom they tape while Dean confesses. What’s funny here is watching Dean tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, but so help me God, he’d be sexy even if he wasn’t saying a word. The lighting guys are at it again, doing their bright and shiny best in all of Dean’s (and Ackle’s) scenes in the squad room. The set guys have put a table that reflects light up, and thusly we get, yeah, all those freckles, and the sparkles in Dean’s eyes, and the lovely swell of that raspberry mouth thrown into high relief. I wouldn’t say that what Dean was wearing stands out in my memory, but with a face like that, who cares what he’s wearing?”
A warning glare
Dean in peril
Unable to save
Sam with flashlight
You missed a spot
Leaving the scene of the crime
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“Lord, no one can glare like that boy. It’s like watching a pit bull watching you from the other side of the fence. If he could get at you through the holes in the chain link, he would. Same here with Jo. And I can’t figure if he’s peeved simply because she’s there, making herself useless and obnoxious, or whether it’s because she’s SO got the hots for Dean, and for some reason that bothers Sam. Not that he’s opposed to seeing Dean hook up, gracious, he’s seen that plenty of times. But I think it’s Jo herself that bothers him with her whole “I come from a hunter family, therefore, I am one of you.” She’s got notions of grandeur, and pretensions of belonging, she’s a poseur and so durn obvious. But Sam’s a gentleman, so he merely glares.”
Almost on the road
And I will still be here
Cement trucks rule!
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“The last of the visions comes during the car right at night. I envy Andy in this scene as Dean drives along; I like to imagine what must it be like to be able to hang out in the back seat of the Impala like that. Or to lean forward over the back seat like that, close enough to see the lights on the dash and know exactly how FAST Dean is going. To dither away like you’re one of the gang, and have that exciting feeling that maybe you’ve found some new, cool friends to play with. Well, the fun doesn’t last long and as the vision is upon Sam, Dean stops the car so fast it’s a wonder all of them didn’t go through the windshield. Plus, he sprints around that car like he’s in some psycho version of car musical chairs. It’s also very sweet to watch how Sam turns to Dean immediately, for comfort and for something to hold onto. Someone who understands. For Sam, Dean is the ultimate home base.”
Can’t Stop Talking
Cutting a handsome line
Catching a redwood tree
You’re my home
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Sam, of course, knows better, and back at the motel, the boys have a major dither as Sam calls his brother to task. I’m sure it must be getting old for him trying to make Dean talk, trying to make him admit that the whole hunt is just a part of Dean’s Denial, and if Dean could just admit THAT, he could move on to the next stage, whatever that is. Again I am distracted because the lighting is such that the blue of Dean’s shirt (a color which he should wear, like, all the time. That is, when he’s not wearing olive green, or that nice, rather tight, grey t-shirt I know he’s got rolled up in that duffle somewhere) makes his skin glow and his eyes glitter. Plus he’s so beautiful when he’s pissed, his Angry Eyes are just amazing here. Then he announces that he’s going to get a drink. By himself, which as you know is when the succubus gets you. (And why hasn’t show had a succubus for the MOW, I ask you?)
Watchnig me watching you
Brown as a berry
Another sidewalk dither
Wanting to help
Bloodlust: A Supernatural Episode Review
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How on EARTH can a man look so good with blood and ichor on his face like that? It’s bad enough that Ackles is already more beautiful than this Earth should allow; the blood, you would think, should somehow dehumanize him so that we can see the hunter within and be appalled by it. For I’m sure that’s what the scene is meant to do, what it’s supposed to do, and Sam’s look of HORROR just adds to this – we’re supposed to be up close and personal with the ugly, ugly mechanics of hunting and be worried or disgusted or put off. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Watch this scene and try to believe that. Better yet, sit next to a fangirl and listen as she watches this scene. You’ll hear it: GUH. It’s the sound of her lungs contracting, and her stomach clenching up, and her thighs igniting on fire, and maybe some other things too that I’m too polite to mention. That’s how good this scene is.
A hunting we will go
Car roof porn
Feeling like the dog’s dinner
Sammy on his own
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“It’s lovely, as well, to see the boys bathed in this golden afternoon. Their hair is lit up by an aureole of light, their skin, pale from lack of exposure to the sun, glows like warm marble. You can see eyelashes, and freckles, golden specks in green eyes, it’s like a cornucopia of small details that we usually don’t get to see because for SOME reason, every where they go, it’s rainy and cloudy. Who knows how long they walk but they don’t seem to think anything of it, they just walk, the way you imagined people used to do before cars became everyday objects. Plus, it amazes me the things that they are not carrying. I know they travel light, but all they have is two duffels and one backpack. That’s their whole lives, everything they need, right there. Yeah, sure, there’s more stuff back in the Impala (or perhaps in boxes at Bobby’s place), but if they traveled any lighter, all they’d have between them was a paper bag with two toothbrushes in it.”
Doesn’t want regular
Not dealing with it
Not getting the message across
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The scene where Dean gets Sammy singing was priceless. I got the feeling that when Dean’s alone in the car, he sings rather a lot. I can see him rolling all the windows down, cranking the radio all the way up, and singing at the top of his beautiful, musically talented lungs. So, to cheer Sam up, because that’s what big brothers do, he starts off rather like Sister Maria does with the Von Trapp Family Singers: he encourages by demonstration and then brings Sam into the fun. (The whole “Bon Jovi rocks…sometimes,” line is sure to become a classic.) Sam, alas, can kill vampire men much better than he can sing, but his enthusiasm and joy make that okay. Plus, it was one of those Winchester moments you wish you could lock in a golden box forever, because in between the woe and strife and the never-ending angst, there are these bits of good times, stops for coffee and pie, an excellent sunset as they drive across the flat highways of the plains, or even the quiet joy of stretching out on a real bed after sleeping in the car for three days – because the Winchester’s lives are not all on the screen, you know. Lots of it is off screen, and it’s tidbits like these that give me the flavor of that.
Pissed off Sammy
We Don’t Always Get What We Want