The thing that Supernatural does better than probably any other show on television right now—and therefore one of the main reasons it’s starting season 10—is taking what is a very dramatic story and having fun with it. This show doesn’t take itself too seriously, and that is why it’s successful. For example, this premiere could’ve been incredibly dark. After nine years of saving people and hunting things, Dean became the thing he hunts. No, he isn’t possessed by a demon. He is a demon. But instead of catching up with Dean on a killing spree, we find him at a road house in Beulah, North Dakota. Okay, so that’s pretty depressing, but it’s not nearly as bad as it could’ve been. I mean, he could’ve been in West Virginia.
All jokes aside, this premiere was everything fans have come to know and love about a Supernatural episode. There was humor—mostly thanks to Dean and Crowley—while precious, precious Sam held down the dramatic fort. (Literally, he’s been holding down things in the Winchester bunker for six weeks.) And then, thanks to Cole, the newest cast addition—who sounds freakishly like Josh Lucas—we’ve got just enough new intrigue. If this episode were a recipe, well, it’d create one delicious bacon cheeseburger.
In the premiere, the first thing we see is the face of a strung-up demon who’s clearly being tortured. As she goes on and on about how the rumors are true—that a Winchester is “one of us”—the camera pans to reveal that she’s not questioning Dean’s lack of a soul. But rather, she’s wondering what’s happened to Sam, who stands in front of her with his right arm in a sling and a knife in his left hand. He’s not quite the demon blood-drinking Sam of season 4, nor is he the soul-less Sam we met in season 6, but perhaps he’s worse, because this time, you can see that he’s still Sam. He feels everything he’s doing… and maybe likes it? Regardless, he’s trying to find Crowley and, more importantly, Dean, but the demon gives him nothing.
Cut to four weeks later, and nerdy Sam is back at work, reading books on books and researching weather patterns to try and locate his big brother. All the research isn’t new for Sam because let’s be real, Dean hardly ever opens a book, but still. Plus, I’m not sure what’s sadder—watching Sam read the letter that Dean left him, which says, “SAMMY LET ME GO,” or watching Sam try to throw some water on his face with only the use of one hand. Of all the times for a Winchester to sustain an injury that actually lasts more than one day, right? Also, do we think Dean writes in all caps naturally or was he “yelling” at his baby bro? Who knows, it could play into the whole mystery. Okay, it probably won’t. I’M JUST TRYING TO HELP.
But Sam clearly doesn’t need my help because his luck quickly turns around when he finds his first lead in weeks. He calls Cas to tell him the good news, which is when we get a glimpse at how Cas’ fading grace is treating him. Spoiler: Not well. As much as I enjoy seeing Cas wearing a robe (and nothing but from the look on Hannah’s face), I like my angels at full-power. Sam feels the same. After the two exchange mysterious comments about how the last time Cas tried to help Sam, a demon messed up Sam’s shoulder, Sam decides to move forward without Coughy McCougherson.
Cas doesn’t have much time to argue before Hannah asks for his help to retrieve some rogue angels who have fallen a little too in love with humanity and don’t want to return to heaven. She reports that heaven’s angels are now governing themselves with Metatron permanently locked in angel jail, and as part of their rebuilding, they’re rounding up the angels on earth and bringing them home. Well, except for the few who don’t want to go because heaven isn’t exactly the land of the free and the home of the brave. Also, angels can’t fish in heaven. Cas tries to inform her that humans are so 2014, but she’s still got a ways to go. Perhaps he should take her to North Dakota to show her what fun really looks like?
Well, only if she knows how to appreciate a man who’s too sexy for his shirt and doesn’t mind singing about it. In other words, we find Dean at the karaoke mic, where his moves are, indeed, so sexy it hurts, and some waitress named Anne Marie agrees. Apparently, demon-hood is all about drinking, singing, and sex for Dean, whose biggest change seems to be his hair. And if being a demon means more luscious hair, sign me up! Then again, maybe don’t if being a demon means sleeping in a cheap motel. For Sam and Dean, cheap motels made sense. But really? Crowley cannot use his demon ways to stay in a suite somewhere? I expect more from the man who always wears a suit.
NEXT: The Misadventures of Crowley and Squirrel: Volume One