Episode Report Card Demian: D | 3 USERS: A- YOU GRADE IT Clap Your Hands If You Believe…
By Demian | Season 6 | Episode 9 | Aired on 11.21.2010
In a hurry? Read the recaplet for a nutshell description! Finished? Click here to close.After several people vanish from an elaborately crop-circled field on the outskirts of Elwood, Indiana, Our Intrepid Heroes arrive to find the scene overrun with UFO enthusiasts convinced the disappearances are actually the work of aliens, with one lone starry-eyed soul insisting the abductions were caused by fairies of the Sookie Stackhouse sort. Naturally, Sam and Dean think both of those ideas are insane, and they pursue other, more mundane otherworldly explanations for the situation until Dean himself goes missing for most of an evening, returning only after shooting up his would-be kidnappers with his trusty pearl-handled automatic. As a result of his experiences, Dean's now certain aliens are real, and this delusion lingers until a wee bitty spot of light invades This Week's Motel Room to smack him around some until Dean manages to trap this Tinkerbell wannabe in the microwave oven, where the sprite goes splat after Our Intrepid Hero nukes it.
One problem: Soulless Sammy -- who was elsewhere investigating the first abductee's father when the hilarious hijinks hit This Week's Motel Room -- can't see the gruesome aftermath now coating the microwave's interior. Not because he's soulless, mind you, but because only those who have travelled to Fairyland and back are allowed glimpses of the creatures in our plane of existence, and this leads to some more hilarious hijinks involving bum fights and midgets until the boys finally figure out what's going on. Seems the first abductee's father, a Parkinson's-afflicted watchmaker named Brennan, made a deal to save his business with a leprechaun masquerading as that holographic doctor from Star Trek: Voyager, and now the fairies have not only refused to leave the town, they're also absconding with the area's first-born sons, whom they consume in gruesome feasts that are most woefully relegated to that magical fantasy world known as "Off-Camera." Armed with a little advice from that starry-eyed crazy lady from the top of the hour, the boys battle the fairies until Sam manages to zap them all back to wherever the hell it is they came from by reversing the incantation the watchmaker used to summon the things in the first place.
In other news, Soulless Sammy's having a difficult time faking empathy, and his new Absolutely No Bullshit Tolerated attitude is both refreshing and amusing. Unfortunately, Buzzkill Dean disagrees, and he attempts to impose his rather idiosyncratic standards regarding normal human behavior upon his hapless brother until they wind up perched atop the Impala's hood for yet another end-of-episode yakfest that may or may not be detailed in the full recap.
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Want more? The full recap starts right below!Rattle, Rattle Tacky Blue Glitter THEN! I'm not sure if you guys remember this, but Sam doesn't have a soul.
Rattle, Rattle Tacky Blue Glitter NOW! As the camera pans through a night-darkened cornfield, the location card rather oddly types itself into the left-hand corner of the screen, informing us we've arrived in "The Heart Of Hoosierland," Elwood, Indiana, for this part of the evening's festivities. The camera then slowly skims past a late-model pickup truck until it lands on the entwined figures of two teenagers chastely necking on a blanket spread out in the middle of a clearing. The scene's dimly lit by some sort of inexplicable cornfield lamppost, and when a swiftly passing shadow momentarily cuts off that source of light, the letter-jacketed male of the duo detaches his lips from the female to sit up and wonder, "Did you see that?" "See what?" comes the expected response, and when the camera ominously sweeps past the edge of the corn as if following some dark and forbidding beastie, the male of the duo rises to his feet to exclaim, "There's something out there!" "Patrick!" the girl chides, thereby gifting her erstwhile mack-mate with a proper name for the remainder of his brief time on screen while sounding more than a bit irritated and thwarted at the same time. "There's something out in the corn," Patrick reiterates, stepping closer to the corn's edge, and just as his never-named girlfriend stands to complain, "You're freaking me out!" that dark and forbidding beastie audibly grumbles through the crops. Our imperiled duo jumps a bit at the noise, and because he is stupid, Patrick decides to enter the field proper for a quick look around instead of, oh, leaping into that goddamned pickup truck and driving the hell out of there.
"Fools!" shrieks Raoul The Big Gay Supernatural Dragon, a harshly accusatory yet perfectly manicured claw stabbing at the television screen. "Why are they always such fools?!" Because if they were smart, we wouldn't have a story? "Oh, pish!" Raoul shrieks again, his general disgust with this overused trope becoming ever more evident with each carefully enunciated word. "Could not the good gentlebeast in the corn come swooping in to eviscerate them!? Must these dimwitted children go traipsing into those...! Those plants, thereby making it impossible to witness their well-deserved and gruesome demise?!" A-ha! So, it's not really the fact that they're stupid enough to enter the cornfield that's bothering you, but rather the fact that we'll not be treated to gushing founts of fresh arterial spray when the time comes? "Well, naturally, you silly little man! What is the point otherwise, hmmm!?" You're actually asking me what the point is? "Yes!" In this, the most pointless of Supernatural's many, many seasons? "Yes!" Really, Raoul? "Yes!" Well, you're never going to get an answer, my scaly friend, because there isn't one. "Hmph!" Oh, don't pout. "Hmph!" Okay, fine: Pout, but might I continue? I'd like to get this recap over with before the holiday weekend, and I must admit, you're not making it especially easy for me at the moment. "Fine!" Good. "Good!" Excellent. "Excellent!" Are you mocking me? "Are you mocking me?!" There's no call to get snippy. "There's no call to get snippy!" I am a featherheaded lizard. "I am a featherheaded...! HEY!" Hee.