Like Dean digging into a warm piece of pie after eating a big bacon cheeseburger, I feel great satisfaction right now. In fact, I couldn’t be happier about last night’s post-hiatus episode of Supernatural, even if it had contained a shirtless scene. Yes, Supernatural fans, the show returned from its break better, scarier, and more full of heart than we’ve seen all season. Tickled? You bet I am.
Sure, there was also a healthy amount of angst, but asking these boys to not beat themselves up over something is like saying you’re only going to spend an hour at Target — it ain’t gonna happen.
But more than anything, tonight reminded me of everything I love about Dean, Sam, Bobby, and Supernatural. It reminded me of the actors’ amazing range, the show’s ability to make me laugh one minute and tug my heartstrings the other, and reminded me why the world just doesn’t seem right when I don’t get to see the show every week. Well, the world is more than all right now, readers. It’s great. So let’s recap!
This week, it was all about virgins, the most bitchin’ version of dragons I’ve ever seen, and the introduction of the MOTHER of all villains.
We began with the typical, mystery-starting cold open featuring a couple of soap opera-style actors in a sticky situation. This time it was a young couple flying through a torrential downpour in what sounded (because I’m such an aviation expert) like a tiny little Cessna-type plane. The plane (which reminded me a lot of Airplane!) bumped along in the rough storm, until the boyfriend half of the equation was snatched from his pilot seat through the windshield and the girl was seen screaming for dear life. We later learned this was the first case of the magically vanishing virgins.
Yes, virgins. Give me a minute, and I’ll get into that. (That’s what he said.)
We cut to Sam’s room — the panic room — where Castiel walked out folding down his sleeve like he’d just inspected a herd of impregnated cattle. He’d actually been checking up on Sam’s newly returned soul, and the news wasn’t good. “It felt like it had been skinned alive, Dean,” Castiel scolded. “It you wanted to kill your brother, you should have done it right.” Ouch.
Dean’s face portrayed no regret, though. He was confident that he made the correct decision. And you know what? So was I; T1000 had to go.
That’s probably not something I would have said at the end of the first half of the season. Yes, I missed regular Sam as most did, but I also hate when people act like they know what’s best for my life or think they can make my decisions for me. I sympathized with Sam on that level. And Dean… as a big sister myself, I knew his motives were honorable, but I still thought Sam had a right to decide.
Then Sam — disproving Castiel’s bleak prediction — woke up. And my former reservations went out the window.
“Dean,” he called out as Dean and Bobby bonded over liquid comfort.
“Sam?” Dean said, rising from his chair to meet his NORMAL brother for a hug. A real hug. A big, let my freakishly veiny forearms wrap themselves around you in total unashamed brotherly affection type of hug. The best hug ever.
NEXT: “Virgins, Sam. Virgins”