Episode Report Card Demian: B+ | 7 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT The Hardy Boys Get Frisky Over A Pottery Wheel
By Demian | Season 2 | Episode 1 | Aired on 09.27.2006
When you were a kid, I'd come home from a hunt, and after what I'd seen I'd be wrecked...and you? You'd come up to me and put your hand on my shoulder and you'd look me in the eye and you'd say, "It's okay, Dad." [Pause to stifle what threatens to be a sudden onslaught of manly tears.] Dean, I'm sorry. You shouldn't have had to say that to me. I should've been saying that to you. You know, I put too much on your shoulders -- I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy, you took care of me...you did that, and you didn't complain. Not once. I just want you to know... [Pause to stifle what threatens to be yet another onslaught of manly tears, in the process allowing one single, perfect, salty drop to trickle from the corner of each eye.] ...that I am so proud of you.
Dean, ever the sensitive one, is all, "You're freaking me out, dude. What gives?" "I want you to watch out for Sammy, okay?" John asks, with a comforting paternal hand placed on Dean's shoulder. "You know I will," Dean twitches, this wanton display of naked affection giving him a rash. "You're scaring me." "Don't be scared, Dean," John soothes. And then, in an act that set off a frenzy of speculation on the forum boards that is likely to last all season, John leans in close to Dean's ear for a lengthy bout of whispering. Of course, we hear not a word, but from the ominous tones groaning on the soundtrack and from Dean's shocked expression when John finally pulls away, I've a feeling it must be horrific. You know, something like, "You know what, Dean? Sam's hair is still too short. You cannot let him get it cut for at least the next nine months." And look at that -- the very idea of it all is making Dean cry. John's lower lip is itself a-trembling with sorrow and grief, but he says not a word more, choosing instead to vanish into the hallway.
In a nearby room, John enters to acknowledge the unseen Ceiling Demon, in the process appearing to acknowledge the audience itself, as if we are complicit in tonight's deal with the devil. We are to blame! We are to blame! Woe! Wailing! Gnashing of teeth! Also: Mr. DeMille? John Winchester is ready for his motherfucking close-up. John places that fucking Colt on the bedside tray table, and then stares The Ceiling Demon down to nod, "Okay, it's just us, the cameras, and all those wonderful people out there in the dark. Bring it!"
Out in the hall, Sam's assy mop of too-long hair wanders through with a cup of coffee until it happens to glance over into one of the rooms to find its father dead on the floor. The Sympathetic Strings Of Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Demon's Sucked You Into Hell And Now I'm Feeling So Sad hit the soundtrack as the camera shifts to a low angle while everything on the screen grinds down into slow motion. Sam lets the coffee cup drop to the floor, where it lands perfectly upright, and there's got to be something supernaturally significant about that. As the cup's contents slop over the sides to splatter across the tiling, Sam takes two giant steps to reach his father's side while soundlessly bellowing, "HELP!"
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