{"id":85040,"date":"2014-06-16T08:10:12","date_gmt":"2014-06-16T12:10:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=85040"},"modified":"2025-09-23T11:50:06","modified_gmt":"2025-09-23T15:50:06","slug":"supernatural-season-1-episode-21-salvation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=85040","title":{"rendered":"<i>Supernatural<\/i>: Season 1, Episode 21: \u201cSalvation\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s3.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s3.jpg\" alt=\"s3\" width=\"847\" height=\"474\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85237\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s3.jpg 847w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s3-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s3-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s3-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 847px) 100vw, 847px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\n<i>Directed by Robert Singer<br \/>\nWritten by Sera Gamble &#038; Raelle Tucker<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Robert Singer has said openly that he is a character-guy, not a plot-guy. He was brought on early on as an executive producer, to not only help Eric Kripke make the show a success, but to also bring his expertise to bear.  If Kripke had his way, it would be all-gore all-badass all the time, and he has admitted that. He joked that he couldn&#8217;t believe his name was on anything as &#8220;classy&#8221; as the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=80676\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">&#8220;Faith&#8221;<\/a> episode, but he was very very proud of it, that the story he thought up would lend itself to such a mood. Singer is drawn to the characters and relationships. He feels the plot will work itself out, but his primary focus is the relationships (and you can hear it in his commentary tracks. He points out tiny acting moments, things he can&#8217;t take credit for, but loves: &#8220;God, look at how he does that \u2026&#8221; &#8220;Look at this moment coming up \u2026&#8221;)  <\/p>\n<p>Robert Singer is my kind of guy, in other words.<\/p>\n<p>Salvation is a place in Iowa but here it enters the show on not only an existential level but a spiritual one. Pastor Jim has been mentioned a couple of times, as a friend of John&#8217;s, and someone who would take care of the boys on occasion when they were young. It&#8217;s interesting to consider Sam and Dean in a religious environment. The show handles matters of faith somewhat delicately, which is funny because they pretty much lampoon religion wholesale, turning angels into bureaucratic dicks and God into a deadbeat Dad, for example.  But in terms of whether or not to believe, the show doesn&#8217;t come down on either side. Arguments are made in favor of both. And the brothers get into it a bit in Season 2, a fascinating precursor of what is to come. &#8220;Faith&#8221; was the first gauntlet thrown down.  A statement of purpose: <i>We will feel free to go HERE, just so you know.<\/i> <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Salvation&#8221; isn&#8217;t the abyss of &#8220;Dead Man&#8217;s Blood,&#8221; although it does have its disorienting moments, as is usually the case when all three Winchester men are in a scene at the same time. The season is racing to its conclusion now, so &#8220;Salvation&#8221; is where things start to wrap up.  Meg re-enters and we know she&#8217;s always big bad news. <\/p>\n<p>The mood of the episode is gloomy and grey. &#8220;Dead Man&#8217;s Blood&#8221; was dark and shadowy; &#8220;Salvation&#8221; on the other hand is heavy, looming, low grey skies, with constant rain. You can see the rain dripping on their jackets, their hair, in the puddles around them. The wet-ness has a double function. It makes the world look unwelcoming, that&#8217;s for sure, but it also works thematically. &#8220;Salvation was created for sinners,&#8221; says Pastor Jim in the teaser. Baptism is obviously one ritual connected to salvation, and so the wet-ness throughout makes the entire episode feel like it&#8217;s a baptismal font overflowing. I mean, holy water is basically poured out through the pipes at one point.  So the Winchester brothers, trying to understand what the demon wants (although John already knows), are entering a world of religious symbolism and iconography that threatens to drown the world in a flood. As the series continues, the brothers worry about their souls, for good reason.  Souls are left behind. Souls can have a life of their own. Souls can be damaged irrevocably. Water is life-giving, essential. It can also be destructive. It has strong symbolic properties. <\/p>\n<p>The Arc of the episode is simple (unlike &#8220;Dead Man&#8217;s Blood&#8221; which leads you into a Hall of Mirrors). There&#8217;s a lot of plot here. The Colt. Meg. The demon. Sam.  Sam&#8217;s visions. <\/p>\n<p>But the real interest is in the relationships. You can feel it in how Singer films those relationship scenes. He presents them with loving detail. <\/p>\n<p>Only one episode to go in Season 1. I can&#8217;t believe it.                        <\/p>\n<p>\n<!--more--><\/p>\n<p><big>Teaser<\/big><br \/>\n<i>Blue Earth, Minnesota<\/i><\/p>\n<p>From the town of Blue Earth to the town of Salvation. Nice work from you, <i>Supernatural<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p>We start off with stained glass. Jesus and his disciples. Goblet. Bible. The accoutrements of religion. Pastor Jim (Richard Sali) stands at the altar of a small dark church flipping through the Bible. He is alone. Sudden blowing wind causes the bank of red candles to flicker. Meg (Nicki Aycox, whose performance has definitely grown on me with re-watching) enters. She says she &#8220;needs to talk.&#8221; He is open and pleasant. He seems like a kind man, the best of what organized religion may have to offer. A non-judgmental listening ear. I love the dichotomy of priest-Jim and hunter-Jim. Hunter-Jim clearly feels totally free to &#8220;judge&#8221; and kill the supernatural.  I also love the image of a hunter-priest although in the wrong hands it could get all &#8230;<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/spanish_inquisition.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/spanish_inquisition.jpg\" alt=\"Inquisition Tortures\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85107\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/spanish_inquisition.jpg 640w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/spanish_inquisition-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/spanish_inquisition-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/spanish_inquisition-400x225.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nBut instead we get this.<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s81.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s81.jpg\" alt=\"s81\" width=\"847\" height=\"476\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85240\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s81.jpg 847w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s81-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s81-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s81-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 847px) 100vw, 847px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nMeg seems truly penitent, and actually almost afraid at points, at the levels of her own bad-ness. Is there no hope for her? Echoes of Crowley later \u2026 &#8220;How \u2026 can I even begin \u2026 to look \u2026&#8221; It&#8217;s a con, obviously, on her part, but it&#8217;s still extremely believable.  <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s2.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s2.jpg\" alt=\"s2\" width=\"850\" height=\"474\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85238\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s2.jpg 850w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s2-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s2-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s2-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 850px) 100vw, 850px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>When Pastor Jim says to her, gently, &#8220;Salvation was created for sinners,&#8221; he is rewarded with a blank face. (<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=82318\" target=\"blank\" rel=\"noopener\">I wrote a little bit about my love of the &#8220;blank face&#8221; school of acting here.<\/a> Meg is a perfect candidate.)<\/p>\n<p>Meg talks to Jim, sitting in a pew, looking up at him. She&#8217;s done really bad things. Lied, lusted. He listens. But when she says she &#8220;met a nice guy&#8221; and slit his throat, her eyes turn black. She reveals herself to him. Pastor Jim, horrified, stumbles back, and with that one movement we know he&#8217;s not just your regular priest. He calls out to her, &#8220;You&#8217;re not supposed to be here.&#8221; A church is supposedly hallowed ground. Hell, hallowed ground killed <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=81001\" target=\"blank\" rel=\"noopener\">the Racist Truck<\/a>, why the hell is an actual demon immune to it? Because these things only work when the plot needs them to work. Okay?  <\/p>\n<p>Cinematographer Serge Ladouceur films her beautifully as always, almost every shot making her into a symbolic creature. It&#8217;s not realistic framing at all. She&#8217;s got the yellow hair, the tight red coat, and darkness surrounds her figure. The glimmering red candles blurry in the background. There&#8217;s almost always the color red whenever Meg is in the frame. She stands, seeming quite menacing, saying, &#8220;Maybe that works in the minor leagues,&#8221; suggesting that there is a hierarchy of demons with increasing powers. Isn&#8217;t that convenient. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s4.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s4.jpg\" alt=\"s4\" width=\"848\" height=\"477\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85239\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s4.jpg 848w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s4-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s4-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s4-400x225.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 848px) 100vw, 848px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Pastor Jim runs from her, down into his basement, and then barricades himself in what is basically a badass ammo-stash room, with a wall of super-intense high-end weapons that makes John Winchester&#8217;s Batman panel look like Tinker Toys. However, Pastor Jim bypasses all that and goes for a knife, which is when little pixie Meg kicks down the door, the lights of the stained glass window streaming in around her. <\/p>\n<p>Religious imagery in high baroque gear in &#8220;Salvation.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s5.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s5.jpg\" alt=\"s5\" width=\"850\" height=\"476\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85241\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s5.jpg 850w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s5-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s5-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s5-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 850px) 100vw, 850px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nHe whips the knife at her and she catches it in mid-air, sneering, &#8220;You throw like a girl,&#8221; and I&#8217;d like to point out that the first person to make an &#8220;oooh you&#8217;re a girlie-man&#8221; comment on the show is, technically, a woman. Pastor Jim asks, &#8220;What do you want?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Which, frankly, is a good question. She says she wants &#8220;the Winchesters.&#8221; I get a little lost sometimes in terms of what everyone wants. But I&#8217;m not a plot-girl. As long as I get the basic gist, I&#8217;m fine. I&#8217;m in it for the relationships. Meg wants to get the Winchesters because they have the Colt. She wants the Colt because it could kill her and her boss\/yellow-eyed father, and she wants it out of commission. <\/p>\n<p>Pastor Jim says he hasn&#8217;t spoken to John Winchester &#8220;in over a year,&#8221; and then says, &#8220;Even if I did know, I&#8217;d never tell you.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>She slices through the air with the knife, opening his throat, and in less than 5 minutes of screen time Pastor Jim had already become a character that I liked, trusted, and then mourned.  Bobby is about to enter the series. Bobby has not been mentioned once. The series eventually backtracked on that and made Bobby an alternate father for the boys, a huge influence in their childhoods &#8211; something Sam and Dean obviously would have mentioned along the way, except that the writers hadn&#8217;t made Bobby up yet. It&#8217;s forgivable, but a definite glitch.  There&#8217;s also the fact that John Winchester had clearly done something to so infuriate Bobby that Bobby threatened him with a shotgun at their last meeting. Just a day in the life for John Winchester. And I imagine the boys would rise and fall according to their fathers&#8217; friendships.  &#8220;Hey, whatever happened to Bobby?&#8221; &#8220;Forget him. He&#8217;s dead to us now.&#8221; &#8220;Oh. Okay.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Very cult-like. You&#8217;re a person, and then when you&#8217;re outside the charmed circle, you&#8217;re an un-person.<\/p>\n<p>The scene ends on Pastor Jim, hand over his open throat, gurgling and dying in the corner of his Bat Cave. <\/p>\n<p><big>1st scene<\/big><br \/>\n<i>Manning, Colorado<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Inside the &#8220;beautiful mind&#8221; of John Winchester. <\/p>\n<p>John has set up shop in the Homeland of Daniel Elkins, Manning, Colorado. He has created his command center in the rustic cabin we saw in <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=84585\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">&#8220;Dead Man&#8217;s Blood,&#8221;<\/a> and here is where we pick up the trail. What&#8217;s great and spooky, though, is how the 1st scene begins. I know I go on and on about &#8220;establishing shots&#8221; (shots which show the whole room, placement of the characters), but I will keep doing so because it pleases me, and the cinematographer and directors of the show are clearly in sync on the style they want. The opening of this scene is abstract in the extreme: close-ups of different objects, the camera moving from one to the other, so you get completely lost in the collage.  It starts out with a deer&#8217;s dead eyeball. If you think of serial-killer films\/TV shows, often the killer&#8217;s &#8220;lair&#8221; starts out with a shot like this one. Really really close on a series of creepy objects, scarier and scarier, until finally, you can see the whole room. <i>Criminal Minds<\/i> uses this style ad nauseum, it&#8217;s part of the serial killer playbook. Go in deep closeup to the unhinged mind of a madman, see his possessions, the way he sets things up &#8211; before pulling back to let us see him.  <\/p>\n<p>So. I&#8217;m just saying. It&#8217;s pretty funny to use a page from the serial-killer playbook in order to &#8220;establish&#8221; the Winchester headquarters. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s6.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s6.jpg\" alt=\"s6\" width=\"844\" height=\"474\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85243\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s6.jpg 844w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s6-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s6-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s6-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 844px) 100vw, 844px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s7.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s7.jpg\" alt=\"s7\" width=\"846\" height=\"473\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85244\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s7.jpg 846w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s7-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s7-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s7-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 846px) 100vw, 846px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s8.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s8.jpg\" alt=\"s8\" width=\"847\" height=\"476\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85245\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s8.jpg 847w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s8-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s8-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s8-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 847px) 100vw, 847px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s9.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s9.jpg\" alt=\"s9\" width=\"849\" height=\"474\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85246\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s9.jpg 849w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s9-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s9-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s9-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 849px) 100vw, 849px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>And, seen only in passing. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s1.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s1.jpg\" alt=\"s1\" width=\"847\" height=\"475\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85247\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s1.jpg 847w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s1-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s1-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s1-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 847px) 100vw, 847px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nSo much awesome. Notice the name circled emphatically. Hm. Maybe Sam would see that and say, &#8220;Uhm, Dad, what do I have to do with the evil Virgin Mary thing you got going on there?&#8221; And phone number for Gerry. Member Dad&#8217;s friend Gerry from <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=76842\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Phantom Traveler<\/a>, the very first episode to feature a demon?  <\/p>\n<p>John shows at least an echo of a very grim sense of humor with his little addition &#8220;UN&#8221; before the word &#8220;Easy.&#8221; Granted, it&#8217;s not Mel Brooks, but it&#8217;s something. Picturing him alone in the Sleep Easy Motel, drinking whiskey, books piled up, 15 voice-mails from Dean on his phone, salt poured around the door frames, and in a moment of clarity looking around him, seeing the crazy, and scribbling &#8220;UN&#8221; drunkenly on the notepad. At least that&#8217;s my fantasy of the moment.<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s10.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s10.jpg\" alt=\"s10\" width=\"845\" height=\"477\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85248\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s10.jpg 845w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s10-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s10-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s10-400x225.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 845px) 100vw, 845px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nWe are buried, visually, in the obsessive disoriented mindset of the hunter. We pull down from the maps on the wall to the face of John Winchester, who opens the episode, something we don&#8217;t expect because it always starts with Sam and Dean. Not this one. It&#8217;s an intense technique, holding our beloved stars back, prioritizing John. The Colt lies on a pile of paper on the desk. John gestures at the collage behind him, and says, &#8220;This is it. This is everything I know.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Finally we get a shot of Dean. Of Sam. They&#8217;re separated. Dean is looking down, hearing what John is saying, but not looking. Sam looks directly at John. John explains that after years of looking for the demon, a year ago he picked up a trail.  Dean says, &#8220;That&#8217;s when you took off \u2026&#8221; But again, not really looking at John, a fascinating choice. He sort of moves away, and as he does, he DOES look at Sam. Sam is really the one he checks in with, the one he goes to. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s11.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s11.jpg\" alt=\"s11\" width=\"847\" height=\"478\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85250\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s11.jpg 847w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s11-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s11-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s11-400x225.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 847px) 100vw, 847px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The demon&#8217;s &#8220;trail&#8221; has spread across the United States, and the pattern John discovered is that &#8220;it&#8217;s going after families.&#8221; And Mommy is burned up on the night of the infant&#8217;s 6-month birthday. Sam, who was born into this cult, remember, and has only been given fragments of information, the &#8220;need to know&#8221; thing, looks alert at that. &#8220;I was 6 months old that night?&#8221;  Sam is putting it together: &#8220;So \u2026 this demon is going after kids. For some reason.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Give this man an extra cookie.<\/p>\n<p>And he then makes the leap, the all-too-common Winchester brothers leap to self-blame.  &#8220;Same way it came for me?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>John, of course, knows way more than he&#8217;s telling. But we won&#8217;t even know the details of it until Season 2. Until LATE in Season 2. Amazing patience. The fact that he pauses here could be seen a million different ways, that he doesn&#8217;t answer.  Meanwhile, right behind the guy is a postcard with Sam&#8217;s name circled!<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s12.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s12.jpg\" alt=\"s12\" width=\"849\" height=\"477\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85251\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s12.jpg 849w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s12-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s12-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s12-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 849px) 100vw, 849px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;So \u2026 Mom&#8217;s death \u2026 Jessica \u2026 it&#8217;s all because of me?&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>He&#8217;s pissed rather than self-pitying. But Dean must intervene with that line of conversation. He already knows where Sam is going. He knows because they&#8217;ve had this conversation before, and he knows because he would go there himself. &#8220;We don&#8217;t know that, Sam.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>A quick jagged fight breaks out. It&#8217;s the same fight they&#8217;ve been having since, damn, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=77298\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">&#8220;Bloody Mary&#8221;,<\/a> with the  great scene in the car on the rainy night. It&#8217;s the accumulation of memories, it&#8217;s the fact that they have argued about it so many times already, that  Dean has said over and over and over, &#8220;It&#8217;s not your fault&#8221; &#8211; it&#8217;s the repetition that <em>makes <\/em>these scenes possible. Everyone is on a hair-trigger, and ready to blow. We&#8217;ve COVERED this. Within 2 seconds, Sam and Dean are yelling at each other. <\/p>\n<p>John stands and says, &#8220;Okay. That&#8217;s enough.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I love how they obey. It&#8217;s pretty great. It&#8217;s a silent beat change.  <\/p>\n<p>Sam is worked up, pacing, back on topic, demanding, &#8220;What does it WANT?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Of course, by now, John has a damn good idea &#8220;what it wants,&#8221; and he&#8217;s looking right at him. <\/p>\n<p>Sam is aggressive. Dean is subdued. Everything is under control for Dean while Dad is in the room. There&#8217;s a muzzle on Dean. It brings out interesting behavior, the almost choir-boy aspect of him looking down, obedient, calm, circled in upon himself. John gives them the low-down, and you can feel the buried burn of frustration there, the sense of failure. &#8220;I&#8217;ve never gotten there in time to save &#8211;&#8221; It&#8217;s his own brand of self-involved self-pity. And it&#8217;s Dean&#8217;s job (again) to pull his father out of it and get him to focus. &#8220;So how do we find it?&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s13.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s13.jpg\" alt=\"s13\" width=\"846\" height=\"474\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85252\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s13.jpg 846w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s13-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s13-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s13-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 846px) 100vw, 846px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nWithout the other two even knowing it, Dean is <i>managing<\/i> them. At great cost, perhaps, but it&#8217;s natural to him. Ackles is so good at it.  I think John and Sam, on some level, feel superior to Dean. They&#8217;re the sergeants, he&#8217;s the grunt. But he&#8217;s quietly keeping everyone in line and on point. It&#8217;s not easy, not when those two yahoos keep spinning off into psycho-drama.  <\/p>\n<p>So John blah-blahs about the signs that crop up in the areas where the demon appears.  <\/p>\n<p>Dean, unlike Sam, doesn&#8217;t fly in with a comment, but he sure has some thoughts about the new information. Watch him take it in. He looks at Sam. And then back at Dad. His face has gone soft. It&#8217;s the child. The look on his face when anyone mentions &#8220;home&#8221; (<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=78978\" target=\"blank\" rel=\"noopener\">I went into that here<\/a>, the small eruptions of feeling, and breaking down, when Mom or family or home comes up, even casually.) <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;These things happened in Lawrence \u2026&#8221; Dean says. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s14.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s14.jpg\" alt=\"s14\" width=\"845\" height=\"475\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85253\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s14.jpg 845w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s14-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s14-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s14-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 845px) 100vw, 845px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>John is pretty upfront here, with both his information, as well as his emotions. The hair-trigger in abeyance. But it is also fascinating to remember how much he ISN&#8217;T saying, specifically about Sam, and watch how Morgan may be playing that as well.  His feelings about Sam. The thing he will whisper in Dean&#8217;s ear in Episode 1 of Season 2. It would be interesting to read John&#8217;s current journal entries.  How MUCH does he know? What is his timeline? What does he think will go down next? What is his plan?  And &#8211; if Pastor Jim hadn&#8217;t bit it, and if they hadn&#8217;t had the car accident, and blah blah \u2026 what would have been his plan then?  Sure, kill the Demon, and there&#8217;s a revenge element, but there&#8217;s something else.  Something having to do with Sam.  So it&#8217;s a very layered scene, when you consider what&#8217;s coming.  <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s16.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s16.jpg\" alt=\"s16\" width=\"847\" height=\"478\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85254\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s16.jpg 847w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s16-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s16-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s16-400x225.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 847px) 100vw, 847px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>We&#8217;ve been so accustomed to just having the two guys as our focal points for the entire season.  But John Winchester is the focal point of &#8220;Salvation&#8221;&#8216;s opening scene. Dean and Sam are to the side, blurs behind him, or seen only in conjunction to him. Robert Singer is very very sensitive to relationship and the ties that bind. It is one of his gifts as a director and an invaluable contribution to the show. <\/p>\n<p>Demon signs have been popping up around Salvation, Iowa.  <em>Supernatural <\/em>has fun with Biblical place-names and have almost from the get-go, member <em>Phantom Traveler<\/em>? The first episode (besides the teaser in the pilot) featuring a demon? <\/p>\n<p><big>2nd scene<\/big><br \/>\nA long shot of John&#8217;s Phallic Truck barreling along with the Impala behind it, and the camera moves down and we see a glorious ridiculous sign on the side of the road.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;JW&#8221; is not a book in the Bible, although it is certainly &#8220;the Book&#8221; according to the Winchester boys.  The whole sign is crazy, with the Loto numbers, and the fact that the sign is on the other side of the street so it reads &#8220;Leaving Salvation&#8221; as opposed to &#8220;Entering Salvation&#8221;, and then the threatening fundie question with the British spelling, and the bogus Bible verse.<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s17.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s17.jpg\" alt=\"s17\" width=\"848\" height=\"474\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85255\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s17.jpg 848w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s17-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s17-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s17-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 848px) 100vw, 848px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Well played, <em>Supernatural<\/em>, well played.<\/p>\n<p>Next we see John careening off to the side of the road, with the Impala following.<\/p>\n<p>The following is a great scene. Lots of information to impart, but the emotions are bigger than the information, and that&#8217;s the milieu I enjoy. It also just flat out LOOKS great. It&#8217;s cinematic, inventive with angles, Ladouceur coming up with different ways to suggest both the isolation of each character and the triangulation of the relationship. <\/p>\n<p>John has gotten the call about Pastor Jim&#8217;s death just then, and has to pull over. We, too, are looking to John as the leader, whether we want to or not. Hell, I&#8217;d pull the Impala over as well. And instead of being holed up in a dark interior, or buried in pitch-blackness like they were most of the time in &#8220;Dead Man&#8217;s Blood,&#8221; we see them out in the world.  It&#8217;s raining. They all look horrible. Singer\/Ladouceur have chosen to almost completely blur out the tree background, so that the guys are all given this moody black-green-brown backdrop. That dark background acts like the dark cloths used in jewelry stores to highlight the stones.<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s18.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s18.jpg\" alt=\"s18\" width=\"847\" height=\"473\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85256\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s18.jpg 847w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s18-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s18-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s18-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 847px) 100vw, 847px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nIn other words, their figures literally POP out of the screen. So the look is both realistic and grubby and poetic and symbolic. <\/p>\n<p>There are all of these interesting angles, too, and they move from one to the other: Sam by the car, Dean, with John&#8217;s shoulder, Dean alone in the frame, Dad alone in the frame, or sometimes John with the blur of Dean. It makes me wonder how they filmed it.  It&#8217;s clearly three angles &#8211; a couple of shots of John from Sam&#8217;s point of view. But it all is knit together into a seamless emotional whole.  The variety of camera angles feels deliberate and specific as opposed to showy and attention-getting. It shows how tied together the three men are, invisible ropes binding them, the eye-lines of the camera angles acting like a thread connecting them, but it also shows how each one is wrapped up in his own concerns as well. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s22.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s22.jpg\" alt=\"s22\" width=\"848\" height=\"475\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85257\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s22.jpg 848w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s22-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s22-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s22-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 848px) 100vw, 848px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>So let&#8217;s talk about specific moments. <\/p>\n<p>As John tells them what happened to Pastor Jim, Dean and Sam are both upset and thrown. John is their anchor, the one with the knowledge, so he is the focal point, but watch, in their behavior, how much they are drawn back to one another. Even when they don&#8217;t look at one another, the magnetic pull is strong. Over the course of the season, John has stopped being the checkin-point (due to his absence) and they now need each other. Just a glance will do. &#8220;Are you hearing this?&#8221; &#8220;What do YOU think about this?&#8221; The glances are constant, compulsive. It&#8217;s <i>relationship<\/i> through behavior.<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s21.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s21.jpg\" alt=\"s21\" width=\"845\" height=\"476\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85258\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s21.jpg 845w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s21-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s21-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s21-400x225.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 845px) 100vw, 845px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nAnd, as always, it is Dean who helps everyone focus. &#8220;What do you want to do?&#8221; he says to John. <\/p>\n<p>John&#8217;s plan is extremely elaborate, involving all of the hospitals in the area, and finding children whose 6-month birthday is coming up. Sam, rational soul that he is, balks at the thought of it. How many kids could that be? As the scene goes on, with the reverberation of Pastor Jim&#8217;s death churning underneath it (one of the few people John hadn&#8217;t alienated in his life), one can feel John&#8217;s emotions start to rise. Old griefs, old losses, helplessness, anger. And when his emotions start rising, he gets fierce, focused, and tough. Pastor Jim was innocent, except for the fact that he was connected to the Winchesters. Collateral damage like that is going to be an issue throughout the show (well, it starts off with Jess, she is the prime example of it). Totally innocent people caught in the crossfire.  No wonder hunters hunker down alone. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s20.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s20.jpg\" alt=\"s20\" width=\"849\" height=\"475\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85259\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s20.jpg 849w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s20-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s20-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s20-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 849px) 100vw, 849px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Sam&#8217;s question doesn&#8217;t go over well, and John throws his aggression across the empty space at his son: &#8220;You got any better ideas?&#8221;  It&#8217;s so intimidating Sam says, &#8220;No, sir,&#8221; with Dean in the foreground, looking over at his brother.  It&#8217;s a reminder of the accumulation of witnessing, of being forced to watch your brother be humiliated, shut down. I mean, it&#8217;s not on the level of being tied to a radiator and starved to death alongside your sibling, so let&#8217;s keep some perspective, but this sort of constant belittling treatment is its own kind of hell. (At the same time, I&#8217;m also like, &#8220;Uh, yeah, Sam, thanks for sharing, but DO you have a better idea?&#8221;)  <\/p>\n<p>Dean, the good soldier, understands the plan and heads back to the car, and we see him in the background, with John in the foreground, who seems momentarily unable to get back into his own vehicle. The emotions we&#8217;ve felt in his voice (the emotions he struggles against) are overflowing, and he can barely move. Dean senses this, and hesitates. <\/p>\n<p>Absolutely gorgeous shot, my favorite in the episode, with John in front, Dean a blur in back. It&#8217;s a work of art.<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s23.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s23.jpg\" alt=\"s23\" width=\"848\" height=\"474\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85260\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s23.jpg 848w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s23-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s23-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s23-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 848px) 100vw, 848px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>What is equally gorgeous is John&#8217;s inarticulate reply to Dean&#8217;s question. People don&#8217;t always come out with how they feel in perfect thesis statements. It&#8217;s not how human beings speak. Sera Gamble and Raelle Tucker leave a blank in the script, a compelling blank, allowing Jeffrey Dean Morgan to fill it in with behavior. John is almost in tears, and says to his boys: &#8220;It&#8217;s Jim \u2026 I can&#8217;t \u2026.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>And that&#8217;s it. <\/p>\n<p>Morgan looks both focused and a little bit insane, like a general who has been out in the jungle too long and has lost perspective. &#8220;This ends. Now. I&#8217;m ending it. I don&#8217;t care what it takes.&#8221; Along with the military idea, the moment also looks like a man propping himself up in order to keep the morale of his troops intact. It&#8217;s sincere but performative, at the same moment. I like the moment a lot, and I love the look in Morgan&#8217;s eyes. <\/p>\n<p><big>3rd scene<\/big><br \/>\nJohn pulls up in front of one of the hospitals. His truck is still speckled with rain. Continuity. And, of course, only in TV-Land could you park right in front of a hospital&#8217;s entrance. He reaches into the compartment in between the seats and shuffles through the pile of badges there, pulling out the one he wants. While he may not be into the whole &#8220;costume&#8221; aspect of the job of hunting, he&#8217;s not THIS guy. <\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"420\" height=\"315\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/VqomZQMZQCQ\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>\nMeanwhile, Sam is already set up in another hospital, with a nurse bringing him a pile of folders. It&#8217;s an interior, and hospitals are usually fluorescent-lit but this is <i>Supernatural<\/i>, so we get a moody grey environment, in keeping with the rainy skies outside and the general mood of the whole episode. Her scrubs are grey. The walls are grey. He starts going through the birth certificates, jotting down notes.<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s24.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s24.jpg\" alt=\"s24\" width=\"848\" height=\"473\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85261\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s24.jpg 848w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s24-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s24-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s24-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 848px) 100vw, 848px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>And then Dean has a beautiful small scene. He enters the lobby of his hospital, and there&#8217;s a pretty woman (Serinda Swan) behind the front desk. She&#8217;s wearing a pale blue top, in keeping with the color palette of the episode, and yet it&#8217;s bright and soft, representing hope, possibility, comfort. She&#8217;s not wearing a red top or a yellow top, that wouldn&#8217;t &#8220;fit&#8221; with the colors going on throughout. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s25.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s25.jpg\" alt=\"s25\" width=\"849\" height=\"474\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85262\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s25.jpg 849w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s25-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s25-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s25-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 849px) 100vw, 849px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>She sees Dean come in and smiles welcomingly. He sees her, and immediately is struck by her prettiness. His whole expression says, &#8220;Well, hellooooo there.&#8221; She says, &#8220;Hi. Is there anything I can do for you?&#8221; as he approaches the desk, and the question is just too perfect for a double entendre, and in the middle of the gathering storm it is, inadvertently, an &#8220;offer.&#8221; She obviously doesn&#8217;t mean it that way but Dean is sensitive to language, and says in reply, almost collapsing a little bit, &#8220;Oh God, yes&#8221;, and there&#8217;s almost a helpless pleading in his voice. It would seem gross or &#8220;too much&#8221; from anyone else, but Dean&#8217;s honesty in these hitting-on-Da-Ladies moments is WHY he is successful with women, something that resentful Nerd Boys cannot understand. And she laughs at what he says, surprised, flattered, flustered. Of course, in a normal situation he would then say, &#8220;What time do you get off?&#8221; But not today. Reluctantly, he pulls out his badge, and says, &#8220;Only \u2026 I&#8217;m working right now.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s a strangely profound little moment, played for its slight comedy (&#8220;awww, look at Dean flirting!&#8221;) but, as always, Ackles brings something else to the table. The moment lasts 2 seconds and it&#8217;s RICH and multi-layered. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s26.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s26.jpg\" alt=\"s26\" width=\"848\" height=\"478\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85263\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s26.jpg 848w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s26-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s26-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s26-400x225.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 848px) 100vw, 848px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nThat vulnerability to women I keep pointing out, how surprised he is by them, touched, drawn to them, what they represent, not just sexually, but emotionally &#8211; and maybe for Dean those two are one and the same. Women also have an open-ness to him which doesn&#8217;t take on a threatening aspect, a total relief. Even in the middle of a tense situation, a pretty girl smiles and he double-takes, swoons, acknowledges what&#8217;s going on, acknowledges what he wants. It&#8217;s a quality I admire in men, the ones who put themselves out there like that. Recognize that this is coming from a woman whose most successful long-lasting relationship (with the Tough Guy I&#8217;ve mentioned before, the Dean-type, the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=30653\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">crawling-through-the-window guy<\/a>) began with him saying to her in a crowded bar, &#8220;You have no idea how badly I want to tap that.&#8221; &#8220;<em>That<\/em>&#8221; meaning <em>me<\/em>. <em>So rude!<\/em> Right to my face! I had been batting off creeps and letches since I was 10 years old, but somehow he said it without seeming like either. He was a magician, man. We had already been doing <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=FaNXMIgJwmg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">splashy-splashy<\/a> for a while that night, having clocked one another as &#8220;You. Me. Hubba Hubba&#8221;, and finally we were both getting drinks at the same time (what a coincidence!) and we just stood there, and that ridiculous comment was how he broke the ice. I had to somehow remind him that I have BOUNDARIES, SIR so I walked away from him and went back to join my friends: <i>You can&#8217;t just talk to me like that.<\/i> (Of course I was psyched, too, because I wanted to &#8220;tap that&#8221; as well, but go in the right order, dude, please!) He told me later that me walking away with nary a &#8220;Goodbye&#8221; was the moment he &#8220;fell.&#8221; &#8220;You were right there, I <em>had you<\/em>, and then BOOM, you were gone.&#8221; Then began his second approach, which was far more traditional, as well as completely adolescent. It involved him basically pulling aside my good friend (whom he didn&#8217;t know at all, but had picked up on the fact that we were friends) and whispering to her, &#8220;I just scared your friend off. I didn&#8217;t mean to. I like her. I would love to get her phone number. Do you think I messed up? Do you think she&#8217;s mad?&#8221;  (<i>Do you like me? Check Yes or No.<\/i>) Which \u2026 picture a big brawny guy, 6 feet, with bandana around his head, battered jeans, a pack of cigarettes <i>unironically<\/i> rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve, anxiously whispering to the friend of the woman he just hit on with a RAMPANT lack of success. Anyway, it all worked out, albeit with its <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=41263\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">own vocabulary<\/a>. I was messed up and wild and had just come out of my first relationship, which had a dynamic reminiscent of the one in <i>Sleeping With the Enemy<\/i>. He was tough and cranky as hell, yet completely uninhibited and free, as well as gentle and a total pussy-cat in a lot of respects, and also running from a terrible trauma that had completely altered the course of his life. He and I ended up lasting for <i>years<\/i>. Listen, courtship makes sense only if everyone&#8217;s into it. And &#8220;You have no idea how badly I want to tap that&#8221; was the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=8vY-4zWKsJM\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">&#8220;beginning of a beautiful friendship&#8221;<\/a> so go figure. <\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s all part of my own personal experience of my &#8220;filter&#8221; for Dean. And I&#8217;ve got an even more personal &#8220;filter&#8221; for Sam, and that has to do with my mental health, and being &#8220;the sick one&#8221; and &#8220;the one&#8221; everyone was worried about (and for good reason, but still: no fun at all). These are personal essays in many ways, although re-caps as well. You can skip the personal stuff if you don&#8217;t care for it, but I&#8217;m bringing to bear all of that stuff when I watch the show, AND it was one of the ways it drew me in. I <i>was<\/i> Dean in a lot of ways, back then, and attracted a lot of crazy attention in my 20s &#8211; some good, some really bad &#8211; people <i>all up in my grill<\/i> &#8211; and my Tough Guy was Dean-ish too. It&#8217;s part of the reason why my filter for Dean is not &#8220;victim&#8221; but &#8220;survivor.&#8221; It cuts pretty close to the bone. The relationship didn&#8217;t last forever and we knew it probably wouldn&#8217;t, but it sure met our needs and gave us both safety, comfort and total trust, something neither of us found easy or even plausible to expect from life. It&#8217;s all eerily familiar. One of the most interesting things about <i>Supernatural<\/i> IS that as specific as it is, it is also broad enough that all of these disparate people can watch it, with their own individual filters, and see\/get different things. It&#8217;s rather remarkable. <\/p>\n<p>On a larger level, an Arc level, the moment with the pretty girl in the hospital takes on a lot of meaning in terms of character. Dean is a driven workaholic, and will not drop everything to bang a broad in a broom closet. He has some self-control. There&#8217;s a funny scene in Season 2 when Sam gets wasted and Dean scolds him, &#8220;Dude, we&#8217;re working a case right now.&#8221; Dean works hard and plays hard. He compartmentalizes, and for him that is healthy. Women are responsive to his open-ness, they don&#8217;t PUNISH him for being open. His dangerous life makes these things even more necessary for him. And yet repeatedly he has to walk away from such comfort. You see his whole life, really, in that regretful look as he pulls out his badge.<\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s a world-weary-ness to him that is touching. It&#8217;s hard for him. He manages to get a tiny bit of flirting into the moment, which is not a surprise, since Dean would Bat his Eyelashes at the Black Hills of South Dakota if the moment was right. Flirting makes the world seem kind.   <\/p>\n<p>He could &#8220;have her&#8221; if he wanted to. He knows it, she knows it. He assumes it, and yet he does so in a <i>friendly<\/i> way &#8211; which, again, should not be attempted by amateurs. And you&#8217;re sad for him. Not just because he can&#8217;t take Miss Blue Shirt out for a drink. She&#8217;s irrelevant in the long run. But because of what his entire life demands of him, and what he gives to that life without question.  <\/p>\n<p><big>4th scene<\/big><br \/>\nResearch project complete, Sam emerges from the medical center, engrossed in his notebook, when suddenly flashes of unconnected images &#8211; a night lamp, a freakin&#8217; clown (poor Sam &#8211; &#8220;why&#8217;d it have to be clowns \u2026&#8221;) &#8211; come fizzling into the frame. Sam stops in his tracks, wincing with pain, hand to his head.  He hasn&#8217;t had a &#8220;vision&#8221; since <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=81262\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">&#8220;Nightmare,&#8221; <\/a>7 episodes back (also written by Gamble &#038; Tucker). His ESP thing hasn&#8217;t even come up recently, whereas when it first started happening Dean referenced it all the time, usually in a jokey way, as though joking about it could <i>make it go away<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p>The unconnected images coalesce and we see a mother (Erin Karpluk) holding a baby in a dark nursery. She puts the baby in her crib, and the scene fizzles a bit, jump-cutting forward, reminding us it&#8217;s a vision, not an actual scene going down in real time. We see a closeup of the woman&#8217;s face, and Sam is suddenly back in the moment, worn out and freaked, but the vision has ended. <\/p>\n<p>Maybe Sam had hoped the &#8220;visions&#8221; would go away too. Wouldn&#8217;t you? Sam hasn&#8217;t quite analyzed what is going on with his visions, and its all exacerbated by the fact that Dean is uninterested in discussing them seriously, he&#8217;s too afraid of them. But here, we start to see the pattern. We start to see the connections.  <\/p>\n<p>Sam, thinking it&#8217;s over, rubs his face, looks around, and, like Dean in the scene with the Pretty Blue Shirt, he looks very young. And suddenly, the images are back, the pink night-lamp, the woman in the nursery. There&#8217;s a glimpse of a dark figure against a window. Then we see the woman, from outside her house, pulling aside the white curtains to look out. A train whistle sounds. <\/p>\n<p>Then it&#8217;s really over, and Sam is returned to his body, heaving for breath, as the rain falls around him . The vision was strong, and Sam respects it, because it&#8217;s always been &#8220;right&#8221; before. He doesn&#8217;t stop to wonder what it means.  He heard a train whistle in the vision, so he pulls out a map from his backpack, and Singer chooses to pull back, seeing Sam from further back, with some obstructions in between us and him, so we have to peek around them to see him.  It&#8217;s an elegant and simple choice, making Sam seem lost in the larger world, life going on around him, ignorant of the unfolding crisis. The local map shows the train tracks running through town (right along, whaddya know, &#8220;Grace Avenue&#8221;), and he hurries off.  The music is the &#8220;mournful emotional&#8221; music, not the &#8220;ominous and urgent&#8221; music. The &#8220;mournful emotional&#8221; music, involving an eerie sad piano, and some strings, shows up when the brothers are connecting to other characters (and feeling how these characters inform their own lives). It is music of the Past. <\/p>\n<p>Sam hustles through a park, holding the map, heading for the train tracks, for Grace Avenue, to see what he can see. He stops to check the map and then, dammit&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s28.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s28.jpg\" alt=\"s28\" width=\"846\" height=\"476\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85265\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s28.jpg 846w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s28-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s28-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s28-400x225.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 846px) 100vw, 846px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nGo away, pink night-lamp! Leave me in peace! The vision recommences where it left off, with the woman looking out the window. Again, with the dark figure glimpsed in the nursery. And back to that dad-blasted pink night-lamp, the anchor of the vision.  At this point, Sam could be forgiven for getting a little frustrated. &#8220;Can you show me a little bit more, please? I got it, I got it, there&#8217;s a pink night-lamp, but WHAT. ELSE.&#8221;  The vision fizzles to an end again, and Sam is left wracked in the aftermath. I like how Padalecki plays the visions as an actual physical phenomenon, like an epileptic seizure, a spasm of nerves that leave him tenderized.  With each vision he is more decimated. They seem to actually <i>hurt<\/i> him, physically, a nice touch. <\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s pouring rain. You can hear it hitting the ground. It&#8217;s the soundtrack to the whole episode. Sam moves on to the nearby Avenue, and immediately sees the house he saw in his vision. It&#8217;s a bit too perfect, that, you know, it&#8217;s the first house he sees, but we only have 40 minutes to nail the episode, so some sacrifices have to be made. It&#8217;s also a bit too perfect that here comes the mom he saw in the vision, walking down the street with a baby carriage. How amazing that she happens to be <i>right there<\/i> the second Sam emerges from the park!  Not trying to rain on anyone&#8217;s parade, especially since there is already so much rain in the episode.  <\/p>\n<p>Sam runs over to the young mom and baby and if I were her, I would have shouted, &#8220;STAY BACK, GIANT!&#8221; But he offers her help, so she can close her umbrella (a funny line from him, &#8220;Looks like you don&#8217;t need that anymore \u2026&#8221; Ah, Vancouver weather, and having to quickly justify its fluctuations!), and he seems like such a nice guy that she is not alarmed by his intrusion on her boundaries. I can&#8217;t help but think that Dean, sweet as he can be, would completely eff up this interaction. Sam, though, doesn&#8217;t. He says, &#8220;Sorry, I&#8217;m rude \u2026 I&#8217;m Sam \u2026 I just moved in \u2026&#8221; Sam, awkwardly, flailing about, tries to keep the conversation going. &#8220;She&#8217;s such a good baby!&#8221; he announces. I mean, I feel for him. How do you immediately interrogate a woman about the baby in her carriage without seeming like a A-1 Top-Level Creepazoid? <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s29.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s29.jpg\" alt=\"s29\" width=\"846\" height=\"472\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85266\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s29.jpg 846w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s29-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s29-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s29-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 846px) 100vw, 846px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>But the young mom, Monica, is happy to talk about her baby, and says that yeah, she never cries, she just &#8220;stares at you&#8221;, and &#8220;sometimes it&#8217;s like she&#8217;s reading your mind.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Okay, <i>Supernatural<\/i>, relax now with the connections, you might hurt yourself. <\/p>\n<p>Monica does seem anxious to, you know, get to her damn house which is <i>right there<\/i>, but Sam keeps it going, &#8220;Have you lived here long?&#8221; You can see the anxiety in his eyes. How can he get her to say what he needs her to say? He saw her in his vision. He saw that dark figure in the nursery. And, bless her, Monica cooperates, saying that &#8220;Rosie is 6 months today.&#8221; Monica is proud. She thinks she&#8217;s having one kind of conversation, and her expression changes when she sees Sam&#8217;s sort of all-over-the-place reaction. He laughs at what she says, but it seems forced, he glances down at the baby, seems troubled, lost in thought. I mean, put yourself in Monica&#8217;s shoes. You&#8217;d be like, &#8220;Oh, grrrreat. A kook has moved into the neighborhood.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Mournful piano music again. The music of both connection and loss. That little baby girl in the carriage IS Sam. And he&#8217;s looking at a sweet young mom, and she IS Mary. The sword of Damocles hangs over the family. <\/p>\n<p>Monica looks up at the strange guy, waiting for him to continue speaking, a little bit confused, a little wary. It&#8217;s the flip-side of Dean&#8217;s glimmering flirtation of possibility in the hospital. Both guys are <i>showing<\/i> more than they are <i>telling<\/i>. And notice: the women are kind about it. Women are on the periphery of <i>Supernatural<\/i>, for the most part, and you can see how these guys <i>need<\/i> women in their lives. Not just as sex partners. But as emotional counter-balances. Jeez. It&#8217;s essential. There&#8217;s a little bit of all of that in Sam&#8217;s face. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s30.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s30.jpg\" alt=\"s30\" width=\"847\" height=\"476\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85267\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s30.jpg 847w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s30-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s30-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s30-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 847px) 100vw, 847px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Sam can&#8217;t warn Monica. He knows he already seems a bit crazy. So he just says, &#8220;Take care of yourself, okay?&#8221; Seeming happy that the awkward moment has passed, Monica says, &#8220;You too, Sam&#8221; and moves on with her life, going to meet &#8220;Daddy&#8221; who just pulled into the drive. Sam stands and watches, Dad coming out of the car to kiss wife, baby carriage in between them, another happy threatened family like his own. And if I were Monica, I&#8217;d be like, &#8220;Honey, why is that guy standing at the end of our driveway watching us?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Meanwhile:<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s31.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s31.jpg\" alt=\"s31\" width=\"848\" height=\"478\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85268\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s31.jpg 848w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s31-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s31-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s31-400x225.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 848px) 100vw, 848px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nSam almost doubles-over in pain. The vision clarifies itself. There is a clown hanging from the ceiling. And please: look at the shadow it casts on the wall. It&#8217;s inadvertently hysterical.<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s32.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s32.jpg\" alt=\"s32\" width=\"848\" height=\"475\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85269\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s32.jpg 848w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s32-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s32-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s32-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 848px) 100vw, 848px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The clown slowly circles and catches the light, all the colors bleeding out with the reflection, making it look murderous and sentient. Objects seem alive, in other words, which we&#8217;ve seen in other similar scenes, especially in the teaser in <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=75663\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">the pilot<\/a>, with Sam&#8217;s nursery objects hovering there, static, in a state of waiting. The door, with the crazy shadow-clown on it, slowly opens, and there is a gust of wind, setting everything in the room in motion, mobiles and shadows.  We see the baby in her crib, the camera moving towards her, a shadow looming up and over the slats. Monica, in her nightgown, opens the door to the nursery, and sees the black silhouette by the crib, same as Mary Winchester saw.  She gasps, and suddenly she is pinned back against the wall, and then, awfully, we see what happened to Mary, to Jess. So far, we have only seen the end result, the women pinned to the ceiling. Now we see how they got there. And it is <i>terrible<\/i>. The issue with a lot of CGI stuff is that while CGI can do anything, there is still sometimes a slick-ness or perfection to the images that creates a distancing effect in the audience. We just somehow know what we are seeing is not real, so some tension is lost. But Monica going up the wall looks <i>real<\/i>. It&#8217;s awkward, terrible, her head bumping against the ceiling.  It is so frightening. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s33.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s33.jpg\" alt=\"s33\" width=\"848\" height=\"473\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85270\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s33.jpg 848w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s33-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s33-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s33-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 848px) 100vw, 848px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Rosie, sucking on her pacifier, stares up at the new mobile she&#8217;s got going on, her crying mother on the ceiling, and the camera swirls around beneath Monica, blood opening up on her stomach, and droplets falling towards the camera. Brutal. <\/p>\n<p>Monica is screaming. The room bursts into flames. <\/p>\n<p><big>5th scene<\/big><br \/>\nAn important family scene. The Winchesters have booked themselves into a crappy dingy motel in Salvation. The wallpaper in the kitchenette looks like thwarted muddy sunrises, or a phalanx of second-hand vinyl albums. Sam is seated at the table in the kitchenette, rubbing his head, and slowly we see John and Dean sitting on the beds in the bedroom area, their poses identical, backs hunched over, hands crossed, looking over at Sam. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s34.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s34.jpg\" alt=\"s34\" width=\"848\" height=\"475\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85271\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s34.jpg 848w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s34-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s34-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s34-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 848px) 100vw, 848px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nYou know Sam headed back to the motel, knowing he was going to have to tell his dad and his brother about the vision. And you know he dreaded it. He would dread it if it was just him and Dean, but he dreads it even more because \u2026 oh God. What the hell is Dad going to say about this semi-new development? <\/p>\n<p>I get a bit overwhelmed in scenes like this, because there&#8217;s so much behavior I can&#8217;t decide what to focus on. So I watch the scene multiple times, and one time through I ONLY watch Sam, and one time I ONLY watch Dean, and one time I ONLY watch John. It&#8217;s a good way, too, to watch how each actor meticulously tracks whatever thru-line he&#8217;s playing, because it&#8217;s different with each one. <\/p>\n<p>Sam patiently, holding back his anger at being questioned and doubted, says he saw the demon and he saw a woman burning on the ceiling. Watch Dean randomly futz with his coffee cup in the background. He needs more coffee. His cup is empty. Sam is psychic. Dad&#8217;s here. Dean&#8217;s hating life. <\/p>\n<p>But Sam is halfway incapacitated, and John&#8217;s anger is churning around, so Dean has to try to <i>manage<\/i> the event of the conversation. He stands up, and heads to the kitchen with his coffee cup for a refill. &#8220;At first we thought they were nightmares, but then they started happening while he was awake.&#8221; His voice is quiet, calm, unemotional, just telling the facts, like a doctor giving a diagnosis. It&#8217;s a way to survive the psycho-drama of the other two. Maybe if he is quiet enough, everyone else will <i>calm the fuck down<\/i>. It&#8217;s great because he was totally like John in those early vision episodes &#8211; pissed, freaked, and almost blaming Sam for having visions. Everything changes when John re-enters. Dean goes into neutral gear. And yet, if you notice, that neutral gear is subtly on Sam&#8217;s side. It&#8217;s not a coincidence that Dean gets up at that moment and moves away from his dad. Yes, he needs more coffee, but it is also a moment when he joins Sam on Sam&#8217;s side of the room. Blocking should be motivated like that. <\/p>\n<p>Sam starts talking, and we see both &#8220;boys&#8221; (they&#8217;re not boys, they&#8217;re men, but whatever, the show insists on calling them boys so I&#8217;ve gotten into the habit) from John&#8217;s point of view. Seen psychologically (as all good camera angles should be seen), they look very far away from John, way over there. They are both busy doing other things, not looking at him, Dean&#8217;s back to him, Sam&#8217;s head in his hands. John isn&#8217;t LOSING control of his sons, he&#8217;s LOST control. It&#8217;s a nice point of view shot that highlights how together the brothers have become, how, more often than not, it&#8217;s now two against one.  Those alliances and loyalties shift, and every scene with these three guys in it is a dizzying disorienting muddy slope, with glances, and pauses, and silent stuff filling up the gaps. Everything is in a state of constant FLUX, and that, above all else, is what John Winchester <i>can&#8217;t stand<\/i>. Like all cult leaders and dictators, what he yearns for is total stasis.  Stasis is, naturally, impossible, in life, Unless you are a marble statue.  But even a marble statue is deteriorating as we speak. Life is movement.  Stasis does not exist. Look out for those who yearn for it, especially those who cloak it in a &#8220;happy ending.&#8221;  They&#8217;re the really dangerous ones. <\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve written before about Dean being a fantasist, something it&#8217;s hard to perceive at first because he is so rational and only believes in what he can <i>see<\/i>.  But we saw in &#8220;Shadow,&#8221; that his dream is to &#8220;be a family again&#8221;, with Sam, Dean and Dad. Not sure what glory days you&#8217;re referencing there, pal.  There were no glory days.  It&#8217;s all in your head.   I don&#8217;t blame him for that, we all have &#8220;castles in the air&#8221; that help us keep going, keep the faith. But his &#8220;be a family again&#8221; thing from episodes ago starts to look incredibly sad as Season 1 comes to a close, because it&#8217;s based on so little. It&#8217;s sheer HOPE on his part, that&#8217;s all. Dean has invested his life, his heart, in something that is quite hollow. (This is cult talk. It is difficult for long-term cult members to &#8220;get out,&#8221; not just because their movements are controlled by the leader, but because, psychologically, it is unbearably painful to admit that you have invested so much of yourself in something that is empty. I am almost word-for-word quoting Jason Beghe&#8217;s famous interview about his extrication from a cult, easily findable on Youtube in its entirety: he put it so perfectly, and understands it so intimately that it applies here.) <\/p>\n<p>But my point is: John is a fantasist, too.  We&#8217;ll see that really clearly in a second. <\/p>\n<p>Sam is saying that whenever they get close to anything involving demon, the visions get stronger. Dean is Mr. Coffee Man, and John, 10 miles away on the bed in the next room, says, &#8220;When were you gonna tell me about this?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Notice, he looks at Dean when he says that, not Sam, even though it&#8217;s Sam&#8217;s news, Sam&#8217;s visions. The eye-lines are quite clear. (If you want to hear me ramble on about the importance of eye-lines in terms of letting audiences know <i>where we are in space<\/i> <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=37433\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">you can read this piece<\/a>.<\/a> But it&#8217;s also here, in the fact that John&#8217;s eye-line is clearly not at Sam level, but at Dean level. And we the audience know that because in the shot before this one, they established where everyone was. Maintaining proper eye-lines is one of the most important jobs in cinema, and they often maintain proper eye-lines with graphs, charts,and geometrical drawings involving vanishing point, etc. If your eye-lines are effed, you lose clarity. You lose the sense of who&#8217;s talking to who, who is where.  Ackles and Padalecki probably aren&#8217;t even there when John looks over and up at Dean. Jeffrey Dean Morgan is looking at crewmen and cameramen and a pre-chosen &#8220;spot&#8221; for his eyeline, meant to be Dean. Nuts-and-bolts, kids. Love it.)<\/p>\n<p>John demands why Dean didn&#8217;t tell him about Sam. It is Dean&#8217;s job to keep Dad informed (only in John&#8217;s fantasist world, however, because he never picks up the phone). His reprimand of Dean is an acknowledgement that there is some distance between Dad and Sam, and Dean is the communicator, the conduit. Imagine Dean growing up and having to listen to Dad complain to him about Sam, and also listen to Sam complain to him about Dad. Bunch of whiners. Honestly. To quote Dean in &#8220;Dead Man&#8217;s Blood&#8221;: &#8220;Terrrrific.&#8221;  Or, even funnier: &#8220;This all sounds like Sad Times at Bitchmont High.&#8221;)<\/p>\n<p>Helena pointed out in the comments section to the &#8220;Dead Man&#8217;s Blood&#8221; re-cap how John Winchester uses the phrases &#8220;your brother&#8221;, in particular during the fight with Sam on the road (&#8220;your brother and I needed you&#8221;) &#8211; it drags in Dean, even though Dean has nothing to do with it. Hey, John, why don&#8217;t you just say &#8220;I&#8221; needed you &#8211; see how that feels, it feels more vulnerable, doesn&#8217;t it?   And here comes another &#8220;your brother&#8221;, only now it&#8217;s lobbed over at Dean. &#8220;If something like that happens to your brother, you pick up the phone and call me.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Immediately, any discerning viewer will know the line is ridiculous. Unfair. I love that it is so, and although it certainly launches Dean into his next moment, a very important one for him, why I love it is that it cuts John down to size. He cuts himself down to size through his own sloppiness. Gamble &#038; Tucker are no dummies. They write him very well. In general, John is written very well. In a way, the entire performance is a giant cover-up. Of the secrets he&#8217;s keeping, for sure, but also of his sense of vulnerability and helplessness.  The cover-up is sometimes seamless, and sometimes it is sloppy. That one comment from John is the sloppiest he has gotten.  I realize quoting myself is obnoxious but here goes: In Metallica&#8217;s 3-D concert film from last year (<a href=\"http:\/\/www.rogerebert.com\/reviews\/metallica-through-the-never-2013\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">which I loved<\/a>) there&#8217;s a plot-line involving a skinny kid in a hoodie facing down evil malevolent forces, giant reapers on horseback, for example. In the review I wrote: <\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Trip, as played by Dane DeHaan, is a skinny kid in black jeans and a hoodie. He is overwhelmed by forces larger than him. He is not physically strong. He is an outcast. James Hetfield may be a tattooed rock god, wearing all black and a bullet belt, stalking around on a stage the size of St. John the Divine like he owns the joint, but he still identifies with guys like Trip. He identifies with the outcasts, the scared kids of the world (&#8220;Enter Sandman.&#8221; their most famous song, features a child&#8217;s voice praying), and Trip is the stand-in for all kids who feel like they don&#8217;t fit in, who are scared and feel powerless, who find strength in music like Metallica&#8217;s. That&#8217;s when the device stopped feeling like a device and felt like an expression of the band&#8217;s identification with its own fan base, with the guys they used to be.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>The whole heavy metal soundtrack of <i>Supernatural<\/i> work on multiple awesome levels, symbolic and emotional. Much of that type of music has to do with evil, hopelessness, and sometimes, flat-out Satanism.  But as I also wrote in that Metallica review:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>As macho as Metallica&#8217;s collective stage presence is, what they tap into is a very dark place where they are alone, helpless, and isolated. Music critic Steve Huey once observed that &#8220;in one way or another, nearly every song on &#8216;Master of Puppets&#8217; deals with the fear of powerlessness.&#8221; That&#8217;s where the rage comes from.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>And that&#8217;s John Winchester, in a nutshell.  <\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s also Sam and Dean, but they are younger, they still have some emotional flexibility. But just wait. <\/p>\n<p>One of the subtle little tricks the show has pulled off is almost invisible, but it&#8217;s something I come back to again and again: In the phenomenal episode &#8220;The End,&#8221; we see Dean 5 years in the future, post-Apocalypse. He is now the head of a compound, and has changed in ways both subtle and hugely obvious. It&#8217;s the look in his eyes, the placement of his voice, the cautious wariness in his aspect \u2026 the open fluid vulnerable Dean of the present moment has vanished. Some aspects remain. The sex drive, obviously. The willingness to get the job done. In the commentary track, I think it was Singer who said that Dean, 5 years in the future, is &#8220;emotionally truncated,&#8221; a GREAT phrase.  But what I&#8217;m getting at is:  Dean and Sam end up averting the Apocalypse. Yay! Good for them, party hats all around!  Sam does not wear a white suit and white shoes and loll about in a garden in Detroit. They saved the world. The future, as seen in &#8220;The End,&#8221; does NOT come to pass. HOWEVER: Dean has become AS &#8220;emotionally truncated&#8221; as we saw in &#8220;The End.&#8221; He didn&#8217;t NEED the Apocalypse for the truncation to occur. It occurred all on its own, through the constant rigors of the job, the whole Lisa-Ben debacle, his year in Purgatory, and every other setback. Zachariah &#8220;showed&#8221; Dean what life was like 5 years in the future to warn him. Dean got that warning, made up with Sam, and together they stopped the Apocalypse.  But the worst has come to pass ANYway, and the Dean we see now, exactly at the time that &#8220;The End&#8221; took place, 5 years on, IS the Dean we saw in the vision.  So the whole destiny conversation takes on fascinating and disturbing shadings, because Dean couldn&#8217;t stop himself from becoming who he saw in that alternate universe, and here he is, he is that guy, and it&#8217;s a connection the show has never addressed outright (and neither should they).  I think it&#8217;s <i>fantastic<\/i>. One of those invisible thru-lines that exists, and is there, should you feel the desire to pick up on it. <\/p>\n<p>Dean cannot ignore John&#8217;s comment. He cannot say &#8220;Yes, sir&#8221; although he knows he&#8217;s supposed to. It&#8217;s unfair and he&#8217;s pissed. &#8220;Dad, I called you from Lawrence. Sam called you when I was <i>dying.<\/i>&#8221;  &#8220;Faith&#8221; seems like a million years ago by now, and Sam&#8217;s phone call and nail-biting aftermath feels like it happened in another universe. So far nobody has called John on his lack of response. No one has made a <i>peep<\/i> until now. The truth of the moment is so unassailable that Sam looks away (I probably would, too), his face buried in shadow, and John can&#8217;t respond. You see him want to. You see him hate Dean&#8217;s tone, and you see him hate that it is Dean who is taking that tone. But you can&#8217;t argue with truth. It would have been interesting to see what would have happened if John had fought back, with excuses and explanations. It would have been interesting to see how Dean would have handled it. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s35.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s35.jpg\" alt=\"s35\" width=\"847\" height=\"476\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85272\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s35.jpg 847w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s35-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s35-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s35-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 847px) 100vw, 847px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>As it is, John says, and it&#8217;s pretty major. &#8220;You&#8217;re right. I&#8217;m sorry.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>Which sort of leaves Dean hanging out to dry, similar to the moment at the end of &#8220;Dead Man&#8217;s Blood,&#8221; when he asks his Dad, &#8220;I am right?&#8221; He&#8217;s not sure, he doesn&#8217;t trust. You can see Dean hovering there over John, his arms dangling uselessly, fingers on his right hand flicking about. It&#8217;s almost worse to have John take the scolding. <\/p>\n<p>And John, because he&#8217;s John, can&#8217;t resist adding, &#8220;Although I&#8217;m not too crazy about this new tone of yours, you&#8217;re right.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s36.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s36.jpg\" alt=\"s36\" width=\"847\" height=\"475\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85273\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s36.jpg 847w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s36-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s36-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s36-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 847px) 100vw, 847px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Sam has literally screamed in Dad&#8217;s face at the top of his lungs, but it&#8217;s DEAN&#8217;S tone that is the problem. It puts Dean in a box. No wonder he&#8217;s an unrepentant floozy when he gets the chance. No wonder he melts, almost visibly, when Pretty Blue Shirt smiles at him openly. Acceptance. He is let BE by friendly women who find him sexy. Or \u2026 he understands that they want something from him, but unlike everyone else who wants something, this he can provide with pleasure. And they&#8217;re happy about it. Everyone wins. This is where I identify with Dean.  I&#8217;m a floozy too, and for similar reasons. But Dean is 27 years old. To criticize him on his &#8220;tone&#8221;, especially when he&#8217;s &#8220;right,&#8221; is so controlling. But Dean takes it. <\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s great family stuff. <\/p>\n<p>Even better, Sam interrupts from the background in a tired annoyed voice. The standoff has gone on long enough. Also, you can imagine he&#8217;s thinking, &#8220;Jeez, guys, I&#8217;m still in the room, and I&#8217;m the one who just had the super-important vision, can you both put your damn cocks away and pay attention to ME?&#8221; These men, honestly. Sam says, &#8220;The demon is coming tonight &#8211; and this family is gonna go through the same hell we went through.&#8221; Sam speaking breaks the spell Dean is under, caught in his father&#8217;s attention, and he moves back to the coffee maker.  <\/p>\n<p>Sam&#8217;s phone rings. Sam picks it up, and we hear a smiling chirpy voice, &#8220;Sam??&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Sam asks, &#8220;Who is this?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>And then we see Meg, the game-changer, the wild card, the one that the Winchesters thought was just a regular messed-up girl in too deep who fell 7 stories. That was ages ago.  Meg is stalking around in what looks a basement, and there&#8217;s a similar fancy-shmancy gun rack on the wall. She&#8217;s the only figure we see, we have no idea where she is, although it looks like Pastor Jim&#8217;s basement.<\/p>\n<p>Sam says, &#8220;Meg,&#8221; and John stands up. <\/p>\n<p>Sam: &#8220;Last time I saw you you fell out of a window.&#8221;<br \/>\nMeg (cooing): &#8220;That hurt my feelings.&#8221;<br \/>\nSam: &#8220;Just your feelings? That was a 7 story drop.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Then, alarmingly, she says, &#8220;Let me speak to your dad.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>John seems to already know that she was going to say that and has moved towards Sam, but Sam lies, &#8220;I don&#8217;t know where my Dad is,&#8221; and Meg says, vicious, &#8220;It&#8217;s time for the grownups to talk, Sam.&#8221; She knows Sam&#8217;s weak spot. After all, he told it to her at the bus station in &#8220;Scarecrow.&#8221; John, shadowed and grim, grubby and unshaven, looms over Sam, and takes the phone. Wonderful shot of all three men in the same frame. Beautiful. Look how grubby the surroundings, and how they <i>pop<\/i> out of it. All the colors are right, drab, grim, military camouflage.<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s37.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s37.jpg\" alt=\"s37\" width=\"851\" height=\"475\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85274\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s37.jpg 851w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s37-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s37-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s37-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 851px) 100vw, 851px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nMeg is enjoying herself. John moves away from his sons, listening to her describe how &#8220;Jim Murphy choked on his own blood,&#8221; a line that hurts. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Today I&#8217;m in Lincoln,&#8221; she says, and as she circles the room we see a man (Josh Blacker) in the foreground, tied up, gagged. &#8220;Visiting another old friend of yours.&#8221; She rips his gag off, and the guy blurts, &#8220;John, whatever you do, don&#8217;t give them&#8211;&#8221;  She grabs the phone back. John is at attention now. Lincoln. The voice. He says, &#8220;Caleb?&#8221; and Dean and Sam look alarmed and tense in the background. We&#8217;ve gotten to know Caleb too, only through Dean mentioning him. Dean called him for information on the Daeva. He seems like a good guy.  But he&#8217;s toast. Meg says, &#8220;We know you have the Colt, John \u2026&#8221; and John pauses before saying, &#8220;Nevah heard of it&#8221; basically, which she fully expects, and then, quickly, with almost no preamble, slices Caleb&#8217;s throat open. We don&#8217;t see it, but we hear him gurgling offscreen. Watch her face right after. I find it very interesting. It&#8217;s not gleeful. It&#8217;s something else.  Remember who she is, remember what we learn in the next episode. I think that&#8217;s what we&#8217;re seeing. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s38.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s38.jpg\" alt=\"s38\" width=\"849\" height=\"475\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85280\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s38.jpg 849w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s38-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s38-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s38-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 849px) 100vw, 849px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>But it&#8217;s gone in a flash. She&#8217;s back to John, &#8220;That&#8217;s the sound of your friend dying. Now let&#8217;s try this again. We know you have the gun, John. Word travels fast. So as far as we&#8217;re concerned, you just declared war.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>Hilarious. The war really doesn&#8217;t have anything to do with the Colt. I mean, it DOES, but not REALLY.  You know. Kinda like this.<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/2441297.gif\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/2441297.gif\" alt=\"2441297\" width=\"425\" height=\"242\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85175\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nIt&#8217;s important but only as an instigator and a focus-point.  The game obviously is much bigger than getting the Colt back, although, yeah, it would help to have it out of circulation. But the real game has to do with all those infants, and burning Mummies, and drip-dripping dirty blood. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;War has casualties,&#8221; Meg says, and we see Caleb&#8217;s dead face, it&#8217;s pretty awful. <\/p>\n<p>John is now framed through the cheese-ball cut-glass wall separation in the hotel, a striking and dramatic image, making him look like he&#8217;s in a triptych in a church or something. Sam and Dean are nowhere to be seen. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s39.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s39.jpg\" alt=\"s39\" width=\"848\" height=\"472\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85281\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s39.jpg 848w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s39-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s39-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s39-400x222.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 848px) 100vw, 848px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nHe says, &#8220;I&#8217;m gonna kill you,&#8221; and her response is, &#8220;John, please. Mind your blood pressure.&#8221; She knows his weak spot too. My &#8220;take&#8221; on John here is that he does not come off well.  I keep going back to that comment from Bobby later in the show when he says to Dean, &#8220;You&#8217;re a better man than your father ever was. And a better hunter.&#8221; Dean can&#8217;t accept it, of course, but like Meg says later, I&#8217;m a little &#8220;underwhelmed&#8221; by John, especially after all the gaga-eyed commentary from Dean throughout the season. It&#8217;s another way I realized how unreliable a narrator Dean really was. John is playing a different end-game, it seems, than the one he&#8217;s revealing to his sons. I&#8217;m fascinated, basically, by how incompetent he comes off.  It&#8217;s not immediately apparent, because Morgan is such a strong presence, and Dean and Sam are pretty much in thrall.<\/p>\n<p>So she tells him how it&#8217;s gonna be. Unless he hands over the Colt, she will kill all of his friends, one by one. It&#8217;s astonishing he has any friends left, but that&#8217;s beside the point. It&#8217;s enough of a credible threat that he pauses. He&#8217;s framed repeatedly like a religious icon, a gleaming face from out of a blackened ancient church wall.  John finally says yes, he will bring the Colt, and she gives him the address to a warehouse in Lincoln, at &#8220;Wabash and Lake.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Listen, you can&#8217;t kid a Chicago girl. Well, I&#8217;m not one anymore, but I didn&#8217;t leave my heart in San Francisco, I left it in Chicago, and Wabash and Lake are Chicago streets, sister. And of course those street names were used specifically in <i>The Matrix<\/i>, which had nothing to do with Chicago, except that <a href=\"http:\/\/articles.chicagotribune.com\/2003-05-12\/news\/0305130018_1_larry-wachowski-andy-wachowski-matrix-reloaded\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">the Wachowskis were raised there<\/a>. So it&#8217;s a nice association, if you pick up on it. <\/p>\n<p>She tells him to meet her there at midnight. They are currently in Iowa. He won&#8217;t make it in time &#8220;and I can&#8217;t carry a gun on a plane,&#8221; the clearest explanation ever as to why hunters drive everywhere. &#8220;Yes, I&#8217;d like to check my cross-bow, please.&#8221; &#8220;Can I take my Colt in the carry-on?&#8221; &#8220;At least my holy water is in TSA-approved bottles, right?&#8221; Meg doesn&#8217;t give a shit. Oh well, then your friends die. She hangs up on John, and there&#8217;s a cold-hearted button to the scene, where she looks at Caleb, his throat open, blood soaking his shirt, and that awful open-eyed stare of death on his face. Her comment? &#8220;What are you looking at.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s40.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s40.jpg\" alt=\"s40\" width=\"848\" height=\"476\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85282\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s40.jpg 848w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s40-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s40-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s40-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 848px) 100vw, 848px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>She&#8217;s a tiny blonde thing but she is heartless and she&#8217;s better than John, that&#8217;s for sure. <\/p>\n<p>Back in the motel room, Sam is asking about his &#8220;friend&#8221; from the side of the road, &#8220;So you think Meg is a demon?&#8221; and John answers, &#8220;Either that or she&#8217;s possessed by one.&#8221; The ins-and-outs of demon possession are still a new thing to Sam and Dean, and that qualifier &#8220;or she&#8217;s possessed by one&#8221; will come into play, big-time, at the end of the next episode.  <\/p>\n<p>Dean, again, is the forward-mover, the one who tries to focus the group: &#8220;What do we do?&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>John&#8217;s decision, to go to Lincoln, is greeted with alarm by both Sam and Dean. But he doesn&#8217;t &#8220;have a choice&#8221;, and then, woah, shot of two gigantic Winchester heads. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s41.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s41.jpg\" alt=\"s41\" width=\"848\" height=\"474\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85284\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s41.jpg 848w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s41-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s41-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s41-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 848px) 100vw, 848px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Now comes John being what I would call dense.  Your mileage may vary. He says that no, he&#8217;s not going to hand over the Colt, but he will hand over a fake one, since &#8220;besides us and a couple of vampires&#8221; no one has ever seen the Colt. Like I said, I&#8217;m not a big plot-girl, but this seems pretty weak to me.  And it seems that of COURSE the demon will &#8220;test&#8221; it on someone before letting John go.  Sam and Dean both don&#8217;t think too much of the plan. They&#8217;re both asking questions now, and their voices are tense, almost scared. Events are moving quickly, too quickly to catch up with, and they are both so accustomed to Dad as Leader that it throws them into a tailspin of alarm. If it were the two of them, they might argue, and all of it would SUCK, but they would hash it out.  <\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s a beautiful shot of Dean listening to John&#8217;s plan of buying a Colt at an antique store. Dean doesn&#8217;t respond right away. But his face says it all. He&#8217;s angry, but there&#8217;s more going on there. He doesn&#8217;t think the plan is smart. John may be reckless, but he is always smart. (At least, according to Dean.) So Dean looks \u2026 thrown \u2026 just a tiny bit by \u2026 what Dad is giving off, the stupidity of the plan.<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s42.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s42.jpg\" alt=\"s42\" width=\"848\" height=\"477\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85283\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s42.jpg 848w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s42-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s42-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s42-400x225.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 848px) 100vw, 848px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\n&#8220;You&#8217;re gonna hand Meg a fake gun and hope she doesn&#8217;t notice?&#8221; Dean asks. <\/p>\n<p>John says, &#8220;As long as it&#8217;s close, she shouldn&#8217;t be able to tell the difference.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/593.gif\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/593.gif\" alt=\"593\" width=\"500\" height=\"282\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85191\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nThere&#8217;s an interesting transference of energy going on. Sometimes it&#8217;s best to not label, because then all you can see afterwards is the label. I like to keep the moments open to ALL their possibilities.  Moments don&#8217;t have to be one thing. The best moments have multiple &#8220;things&#8221; in them, and you can turn up the frequency on one of the &#8220;things&#8221; and that&#8217;s all you hear, but turn down that dial and turn another one up, and another meaning comes pouring out.  It&#8217;s why it&#8217;s fun to re-watch the show.  John is subsiding a bit, which is odd and different from our conception of him (and remember, we&#8217;ve really only seen him through the eyes of his sons &#8211; we&#8217;ve HEARD more about him than we&#8217;ve actually seen him in action) and Dean is rising. It&#8217;s almost like they are one being: and Dean is rising BECAUSE John is subsiding. A counter-move on Dean&#8217;s part, automatic, organic. John getting thoughtful and interior messes up Dean&#8217;s equilibrium and suddenly Dean is raising his voice, which is not like him, and John doesn&#8217;t flinch, or shut Dean down, or correct Dean&#8217;s tone. It&#8217;s a fascinating little glitch in the wavelength. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What happens when she figures it out?&#8221; Dean demands. It&#8217;s more of a Sam line than a Dean line, and it&#8217;s eloquent of the shit being stirred up in that dark room. <\/p>\n<p>John says, &#8220;I just need to buy a few hours, that&#8217;s all.&#8221; It&#8217;s a suicide mission, sacrificing himself so that Dean and Sam can get the job done back here.  Somehow, in the flurry of emotions going on, the brothers had missed that. Sam gets it before Dean does, which usually happens when it comes to why Dad is doing what he&#8217;s doing, the underlying mechanisms of Dad&#8217;s thought process. It all remains pretty opaque to Dean, and honestly, he doesn&#8217;t CARE &#8220;why&#8221;, if Dad gives an order that&#8217;s enough for him. But Sam is an analyzer and says, &#8220;You mean for Dean and me.&#8221;  John doesn&#8217;t respond, and Dean looks over at Sam, shocked. He assumed they were all going to leap into the cars again and barrel off to Wabash and Lake together.  But Sam knows better. (&#8220;We&#8217;re not different,&#8221; Sam said to Dad in &#8220;Dead Man&#8217;s Blood.&#8221;)  <\/p>\n<p>Sam says, &#8220;You want us to stay here \u2026 and kill this demon by ourselves?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I mentioned John&#8217;s change in energy. Here we see it come out in full flower, and here we see something very interesting happen, something I&#8217;ve referenced already and we&#8217;ve talked about in various comments sections. It&#8217;s a line that becomes a huge echo chamber, the more episodes you&#8217;ve seen, the more seasons you&#8217;ve seen. It&#8217;s an almost reductive boiling-down of the characters&#8217; spines (to use the Elia Kazan phrase). I hope you&#8217;re all keeping up. The &#8220;spine&#8221; being &#8220;what the character wants&#8221;, <i>ultimately<\/i>. <\/p>\n<p>John picks up on Sam&#8217;s use of the word &#8220;want&#8221;; it&#8217;s all he hears: &#8220;No, Sam. I want to stop losing people we love. I want you to go to school. I want Dean to have a home.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>On that Dean line, he turns away. Fascinating, eloquent. Sam gets the full frontal Dad, and John can&#8217;t even look at Dean when he says the line about what he wants for Dean. We can go in circles talking about meaning, and that&#8217;s part of the huge-ness of the moment.  John stands with his back to them and we see them both, Sam looking at Dad, and there&#8217;s a tiny subtle symphony of behavior from Dean, a moment I find riveting. Dean goes inward, thinking about those words, and then lowers his head, but not before he throws a quick glance at Sam. Head down. Choir boy. Demure. John&#8217;s words seem warm and caring. It&#8217;s almost hurtful, embarrassing. It also represents John&#8217;s limited conception of what Dean would actually be capable of without hunting. But that&#8217;s just analysis. The guys here aren&#8217;t analyzing any of it. They&#8217;re experiencing it.<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s43.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s43.jpg\" alt=\"s43\" width=\"844\" height=\"475\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85285\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s43.jpg 844w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s43-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s43-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s43-400x225.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 844px) 100vw, 844px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nThere&#8217;s so much in it, I like to consider all the possibilities, and let all of them live at the same time.  It seems the truest way to approach that moment.<\/p>\n<p>But the final kicker is John, shadows of leaves flickering on his face, in tears, saying, &#8220;I want Mary alive.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>While this is understandable, to say the least, it&#8217;s also indicative of where he&#8217;s coming from, what&#8217;s happening underneath, and the sheer level of fantasy he&#8217;s operating from.  It&#8217;s been 23 years. She&#8217;s dead. Accept it.  You could say it&#8217;s just a momentary &#8220;want&#8221;, thrown out there, but as my acting teacher used to tell us in college: when you&#8217;re acting nothing should ever be &#8220;just&#8221;. He would say to us, &#8220;The soup is never just warm. It&#8217;s either hot or cold.&#8221; It was his way of encouraging us to make bold choices, to &#8220;go for it.&#8221; To this day, if I catch myself saying &#8220;just,&#8221; I wonder where I might be lying to myself, or hedging my bets. The teacher would ask us: &#8220;So what were you doing in that scene?&#8221; An actor would say, &#8220;I was just trying to tell her I love her.&#8221;  Teacher would correct: &#8220;And what&#8217;s &#8216;just&#8217; about that?&#8221;  It&#8217;s much more powerful to say: &#8220;I need her to know I love her.&#8221; It&#8217;s not semantics, it&#8217;s an attitude of commitment.  If you&#8217;re going to tell someone you love them, DO IT 100%.  And that&#8217;s what I see in John&#8217;s wash of self-pity there: there&#8217;s nothing &#8220;just&#8221; about that &#8220;want&#8221;. He wants it with every fiber of his being. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s45.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s45.jpg\" alt=\"s45\" width=\"847\" height=\"472\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85286\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s45.jpg 847w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s45-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s45-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s45-400x222.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 847px) 100vw, 847px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nIt was startling for me, watching the scene for the first time. That small section was so strange, so powerfully performed, but the words struck me.  It was like I couldn&#8217;t even hear what he was saying. (That often happens with John Winchester, one of Morgan&#8217;s greatest contributions to the character. He&#8217;s disorienting.)<\/p>\n<p>John turns back to them and says, &#8220;I just want this to be over,&#8221; and he looks like a ruined man.  <\/p>\n<p>Huge closeup again of the two guys, Sam in focus, Dean blurry, and then the focus switches in the same shot, whoosh, so Dean is in focus and Sam blurs out. It&#8217;s so uber dramatic: &#8220;Oooh, look at Sam&#8217;s nostrils \u2026 OMG now there&#8217;s Dean&#8217;s stubble!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>After all that, after all that was just revealed, the brothers are lost, emotionally worked up, frightened (by the events, and by their dad&#8217;s emotions), and they need a check-in. But it&#8217;s slow, cautious. It&#8217;s an extremely full moment. <\/p>\n<p><big>6th scene<\/big><\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s46.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s46.jpg\" alt=\"s46\" width=\"846\" height=\"473\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85287\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s46.jpg 846w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s46-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s46-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s46-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 846px) 100vw, 846px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nThey&#8217;ve got some sort of spiral cam going on here, with an overhead shot of John&#8217;s Bat Man trunk (and now all I can see are the little compartments for the trial-size holy waters), circling down over the Gun Porn, with Sam and John at the trunk, and then revealing the muddy road leading up to the car, and the Impala approaching. I wonder how many scenes they have shot on this actual patch of road with that bridge behind. It&#8217;s raining, full-on. You can see it hitting the puddles. <\/p>\n<p>Filmed from below, so they all seem both menacing and powerful, they meet up, Dean getting out of the Impala.  John looks expectant and says, &#8220;Did you get it?&#8221; It&#8217;s reminiscent of the &#8220;Dead Man&#8217;s Blood&#8221; excursion Dean was sent on. There&#8217;s a grim mood. John&#8217;s chaos of emotions have subsided, and now he seems alert, expectant, and maybe even \u2026 a little excited.  Dean doesn&#8217;t share that mood, at all, and quietly draws out the antique gun wrapped in a paper bag and hands it over. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You know this is a trap, right?&#8221; Dean says quietly, and John has a strange light in his eyes, a smile on his lips. John says, &#8220;I can handle her.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s47.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s47.jpg\" alt=\"s47\" width=\"847\" height=\"475\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85288\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s47.jpg 847w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s47-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s47-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s47-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 847px) 100vw, 847px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nYou can hear the rain falling around them. <\/p>\n<p>Dean says, &#8220;Dad, promise me something \u2026 if this thing goes south, just get the hell out. Don&#8217;t get yourself killed. You&#8217;re no good to us dead,&#8221; with a little half-laugh at the end, trying to keep himself light, trying to be strong. It&#8217;s a real warrior moment. You wouldn&#8217;t say &#8220;Don&#8217;t get yourself killed because I love you and I don&#8217;t know how I will live without you.&#8221; That&#8217;s not how soldiers going into battle pump themselves up. It would also be extremely poor script-writing. The way it&#8217;s written gives Ackles something to play with, something to subvert, skirt around. He looks both tough and shaken at the same time. He looks kind and also pissed off. <\/p>\n<p>John takes out the two guns, and gives his sons the low-down on the limited number of bullets, to &#8220;make every shot count.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s50.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s50.jpg\" alt=\"s50\" width=\"847\" height=\"475\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85289\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s50.jpg 847w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s50-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s50-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s50-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 847px) 100vw, 847px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yes, Sir,&#8221; says Sam, but Dean is wrapped up in his own shit. <\/p>\n<p>John gives a little motivational speech &#8211; &#8220;We&#8217;ve been waiting our whole lives for this \u2026&#8221; &#8220;You finish it. You finish what I started.&#8221; Sam looks intense and focused, jawline twitching at the ready, but Dean looks \u2026 there&#8217;s almost a cold assessing expression in his eye, something a tiny bit sullen. He&#8217;s <i>seeing<\/i> his father. And there&#8217;s also the fact that any time John Winchester leaves a room, however casually, Dean knows he may never see him again. Separation is terrible for Dean. He wants everyone to be together <i>always.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s48.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s48.jpg\" alt=\"s48\" width=\"850\" height=\"473\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85290\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s48.jpg 850w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s48-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s48-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s48-400x222.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 850px) 100vw, 850px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nJohn is addressing his instructions to Dean, Sam getting thrown a glance here and there, but it is Dean who is the receptor of the main message. Dean takes the real Colt, quietly, and puts it inside his coat. The mood is somber. You ache for someone to make a joke. Something.  <\/p>\n<p>Sam says pointedly, &#8220;We&#8217;ll see you soon, Dad.&#8221; John faintly smiles at that, and looks back at Dean, and there&#8217;s no sentimentality in the moment. Dean looks tough, stoic, and pissed. He doesn&#8217;t like his dad&#8217;s plan at all, he has an opinion about it, and he thinks it&#8217;s stupid. He also thinks they should stick together. But the time to say that has passed. <\/p>\n<p>John has a big manly heroic exit, going to his truck, looking back at his sons, and driving off into the not-sunset down the muddy muddy road.  On the surface level, it is what it is: a brave man going into an unknown future. On a deeper level, it&#8217;s bull shit. God, it&#8217;s such an effective performance, because it operates fully and truthfully on both levels. If Morgan wasn&#8217;t such an inherently sympathetic actor, John Winchester wouldn&#8217;t be the character that he is. <\/p>\n<p><big>7th scene<\/big><br \/>\nHaving clearly driven 90+ miles an hour the entire way from Iowa to Nebraska, and perhaps peeing in a cup as he drove so he wouldn&#8217;t have to stop (sorry), John arrives at the storied intersection of Wabash and Lake in Lincoln, Nebraska. And whaddya know, it&#8217;s still raining. Storm front covering the entire mid-West, apparently. <\/p>\n<p>Dude, look at your fucking truck. It&#8217;s about to turn into a Transformer. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s51.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s51.jpg\" alt=\"s51\" width=\"846\" height=\"476\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85292\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s51.jpg 846w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s51-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s51-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s51-400x225.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 846px) 100vw, 846px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The warehouse is a great atmosphere, steam belching out of various pipes and grates, and red lights blurring out in the background (cue Meg! Your key light is ready!), a spooky and deserted gigantic space. John&#8217;s plan remains opaque for the moment but he does seem quite interested in the little spouts on a nearby roof bursting with steam. Inside, the wet-ness continues. The ceiling leaks. John hustles through a tunnel of some kind, the floor wet, reflecting him, the walls slimy. He&#8217;s looking for something. I find his holy-water-through-the-pipes plan implausible, and I realize that I am saying that about a show involving demons and ghosts and vampires \u2026 <\/p>\n<p><big>8th scene<\/big><br \/>\nBack in Salvation, Dean and Sam sit in the Impala, staring over at Monica&#8217;s house. It&#8217;s night-time. A stakeout. She can be seen through the window of the house, serving dinner to her husband (David Lovgren), happy and unaware of the darkness gathering around her family.<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s52.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s52.jpg\" alt=\"s52\" width=\"848\" height=\"473\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85293\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s52.jpg 848w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s52-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s52-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s52-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 848px) 100vw, 848px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The scene in the Impala is broken up into pieces, as we go back and forth between the drama of John in Nebraska and the boys in the car.  Although the situation is tense, and both of them are in a state of readiness and preparedness, the tension of being around their father is gone. The brothers may not be world-class communicators (and who of us are), but they do pretty well, and you can only see that through the contrast.  Sam throws out suggestions and Dean shoots them down, but there&#8217;s a wary humor in it, not a belittling &#8220;that&#8217;s dumb&#8221; subtext. &#8220;And how often has that worked for us?&#8221; Dean drawls. Sam thinks it over, yeah, yeah, you&#8217;re right. His next suggestion is, &#8220;We could just tell them the truth.&#8221;  They both sit there, considering it, considering how weird that would be (&#8220;O hai, a demon is coming for you. Please trust us. Kthxbai.&#8221;), and then say, in unison, &#8220;Nahhh.&#8221; There&#8217;s also a sense of uneasiness in Sam (&#8220;What&#8217;s coming for these people \u2026&#8221;), and Dean talks him out of it. <em>We know what we&#8217;re doing, we&#8217;ve got a couple bullets, we get the Demon before it gets them, we know the plan, let&#8217;s keep focused. <\/em> <\/p>\n<p>The compulsion to align themselves <i>exactly<\/i> to their father&#8217;s every mood-swing is gone, and there&#8217;s a relief in that. But that relief brings with it more questions for us, that underlying <i>What do we think of John Winchester<\/i> thing, which was certainly very much in operation for me the first time I watched Season 1. It&#8217;s a slow unfolding, rather than anything driven down with a sledgehammer. It&#8217;s twisted, subtle, and, amazingly, can actually disappear altogether if you&#8217;re not looking for it. <\/p>\n<p>Dean says he would feel better if they were with Dad, &#8220;backing him up,&#8221; and Sam says he&#8217;d feel better if Dad were there with them, &#8220;backing them up.&#8221; A slight variation in attitude.  I like it. It&#8217;s strong on Sam&#8217;s part, based on a belief that he and Dean are equally important, and, in a way, what they are doing is MORE important. There&#8217;s that solidarity thing again, and Dean does hear it. He doesn&#8217;t reject it.  <\/p>\n<p>If you listen to the lines of the scene, the back and forth, they are constantly disagreeing, correcting each other, adjusting each other. But it&#8217;s not rancorous. This is what conversation looks like, feels like, when you&#8217;re two separate people.  You bat ideas around. You accept, reject. You move on. You throw in a joke. <\/p>\n<p><big>9th scene<\/big><br \/>\nBack among the belching steam pipes, John climbs up to a small water tower, surrounded by steam, so he looks completely villainous. Then, ominously, Meg suddenly steps into the frame in the foreground, and there&#8217;s beautiful split lighting on her: white on one side, red behind. The fires of hell. It&#8217;s the look they&#8217;ve used for her almost from the start.<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s53.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s53.jpg\" alt=\"s53\" width=\"851\" height=\"475\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85294\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s53.jpg 851w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s53-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s53-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s53-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 851px) 100vw, 851px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>John, hiding behind the tower, emerges once she&#8217;s gone and climbs up the little ladder, opening the lid. We get a shot of him from below, looking up at him through the water, a great effect, and one that <i>Supernatural<\/i> will use repeatedly. And here, baptism gets literal. The water that has been everywhere in the episode pools up, overflowing.   John pulls out a rosary and murmurs some Latin incantation over it and drops it in the water. Cool. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s82.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s82.jpg\" alt=\"s82\" width=\"847\" height=\"475\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85295\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s82.jpg 847w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s82-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s82-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s82-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 847px) 100vw, 847px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\n It looks exactly like the Heart of the Ocean descending into the depths in <i>Titanic<\/i>. And randomly, I was looking for a screen grab of that necklace floating down into the blue-black ocean to show the similarity, the chain coiling around in a serpentine way &#8211; and look what I found on the first page of Google results. First page! I wasn&#8217;t even searching for him and he showed up anyway. I laughed out loud. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/j_ad.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/j_ad.jpg\" alt=\"j_ad\" width=\"320\" height=\"385\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85206\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/j_ad.jpg 320w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/j_ad-83x100.jpg 83w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/j_ad-166x200.jpg 166w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 320px) 100vw, 320px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nDean Winchester would slit his wrists in if he saw that in &#8220;French Mistake.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>That necklace floating down, with John Winchester&#8217;s face, wavering above through the water, is a stunner. <\/p>\n<p><big>10th scene<\/big><br \/>\nThe stakeout continues. <\/p>\n<p>Similar to the scene in the hotel room <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=82318\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">&#8220;Shadow&#8221;<\/a> where Dean is completely de-railed, Sam is caught up in the momentous nature of the event headed down the pike. The showdown they&#8217;ve been training for their whole lives is here. Dean isn&#8217;t into that line of conversation, and he looks uneasy. It&#8217;s a jinx to talk like that. Nothing&#8217;s happened yet. Stay focused. Treat it like any other job, do what we always do. Sam, though, can&#8217;t help but be himself, and that&#8217;s one of the reasons I love him. He says, &#8220;Yeah, but this isn&#8217;t like always.&#8221; And, beautifully, Dean considers it. It&#8217;s okay to agree. So he does. &#8220;True,&#8221; he says. <\/p>\n<p>Think of how far they&#8217;ve come in Season 1 in terms of their relationship. <\/p>\n<p>Sam, sensing that, begins his &#8220;Thank you for everything&#8221; monologue. Dean is confused. It&#8217;s not that Dean doesn&#8217;t want to be thanked. He gets annoyed when those he saved forget to thank him, for instance. But in terms of his family, he&#8217;s not quite conscious of how much he is taken for granted, and not quite aware of maybe how good it would feel to be acknowledged for everything he does. The whole family is so traumatized, and their lives are so strange and violent it has brutalized ALL of them, so sitting around bitching &#8220;I do everything for this family, you could at least say &#8216;Thank You'&#8221; like a martyr-ish mother \u2026 it just would be unseemly in the Under-Siege Commando mentality of the Winchester men. However, it certainly is there for him, on some level, and won&#8217;t really start emerging until Season 2, Season 3.  Hell, it&#8217;s still emerging. I love these Long Emotional Arcs so much I want to dry-hump them on the couch. <\/p>\n<p>Did CHiPs ever attempt an Arc like that? <\/p>\n<p>Quick answer. <\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/qESC61B2ziE\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>\nThe &#8220;goodbye before we storm the breach&#8221; thing is common among soldiers, and yet understandably resisted, because it acknowledges the possibility of death, and you need all the courage you can get in such a moment. So <i>don&#8217;t you say goodbye yet<\/i> is also one of those things that is a survival technique. It&#8217;s not just denial. <\/p>\n<p>Sam&#8217;s speech is good, though, and very revealing (and well played).  &#8220;You&#8217;ve always had my back, even when I couldn&#8217;t count on anyone, I could always count on you \u2026&#8221; Not sure if that is strictly true, Sammy, because Dean probably cried himself to sleep the night you &#8220;ditched&#8221; the family, but still, I appreciate the sentiment. Also, live it up, because that feeling you have is going to change big-time! Just wait until Dean sends you a fake SOS text from your girlfriend!<\/p>\n<p>Dean listens, and his face is open and simple. He&#8217;s not &#8220;weighing in&#8221; in his mind, or rejecting, or wallowing in the praise. He&#8217;s listening. But when Sam says, &#8220;I wanted you to know that, just in case \u2026&#8221; Soldier-Boy kicks in and Dean flips: &#8220;I don&#8217;t want to hear that friggin&#8217; speech, man. Nobody&#8217;s dying tonight. Not us, not that family, no one. Except that demon. That evil sonofabitch isn&#8217;t getting any older than tonight, you understand me?&#8221; It&#8217;s Dean at his very best.<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s54.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s54.jpg\" alt=\"s54\" width=\"848\" height=\"474\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85296\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s54.jpg 848w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s54-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s54-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s54-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 848px) 100vw, 848px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>And Sam hears him. He gets it.  There&#8217;s almost a smile on his face. It is this kind of moment that makes Dean necessary to the group, Sam needs it. <\/p>\n<p><big>11th scene<\/big><br \/>\nBack in the warehouse which has now been turned into a baptismal font. Meg stands in a cavernous wet dark space, looking around, the camera circling around her, finally revealing John coming out of the shadows. A shadow himself. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s55.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s55.jpg\" alt=\"s55\" width=\"849\" height=\"474\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85298\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s55.jpg 849w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s55-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s55-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s55-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 849px) 100vw, 849px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nShe says, &#8220;I can see where your boys get their good looks,&#8221; one of those sexually icky comments that monsters make to the guys on occasion, mostly to Dean. Watching Ackles tolerate that\/handle that is very entertaining. He practically rolls his eyes in Abaddon&#8217;s face in Season 9. &#8220;You want to get &#8216;inside me&#8217;, lady? Get in line. I&#8217;ve been hearing that shit since I was 14 years old. Whatever.&#8221; John Winchester has a similar reaction to Meg&#8217;s comment, although he&#8217;s more Sam-like in the fact that he&#8217;s not penetrable in the same way as Dean is. It&#8217;s annoying to him, he feels the belittlement of it, but he doesn&#8217;t say anything. She&#8217;s just fucking around at this point, needling him, not worth it. <\/p>\n<p>Then, of course, she has to twist the knife by saying, &#8220;I thought you&#8217;d be taller.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>I kind of love Meg.<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s56.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s56.jpg\" alt=\"s56\" width=\"846\" height=\"477\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85297\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s56.jpg 846w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s56-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s56-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s56-400x225.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 846px) 100vw, 846px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nThere&#8217;s a bit of a standoff, in a dramatically lit space, one of those <i>Supernatural<\/i> spaces that is real and yet FEELS symbolic. And they do that by turning off all the lights, pouring steam into the room, and then having one small light source behind John. Easy-peasy. Noir-horror look accomplished.  (The lighting in noir, stark and dramatic, is filled with psychological torment, it&#8217;s one of the distinguishing characteristics of the style, a look you could pick out of a lineup.)  <\/p>\n<p>Meg wants the gun. John wants to know how to get out of there. (I don&#8217;t know, dude, the way you came in?)  As they &#8220;chat,&#8221; another figure emerges from the shadows behind Meg. She&#8217;s brought company, which seems to surprise John, although he can&#8217;t be that stupid. John is moving at a snail&#8217;s pace, pausing, thinking, hesitating. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s59.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s59.jpg\" alt=\"s59\" width=\"852\" height=\"475\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85301\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s59.jpg 852w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s59-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s59-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s59-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 852px) 100vw, 852px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nHe&#8217;s stalling, for obvious reasons. For Salvation, Iowa reasons. Meg picks up on it, demanding he hand the gun over. She&#8217;s starting to seem more volatile.  John hands it over, and she looks at it. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s58.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s58.jpg\" alt=\"s58\" width=\"845\" height=\"477\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s58.jpg 845w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s58-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s58-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s58-400x225.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 845px) 100vw, 845px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nJohn seems like he&#8217;s lying. Sam might have done a better job here. Dean obviously would have ruined it. She hands the gun over to her compadre, asking him to inspect it. <\/p>\n<p>The moment stretches out forever. Anything could happen. But it still comes as a surprise when Meg&#8217;s pal suddenly turns the gun on Meg, and shoots her in the heart. Of course the &#8220;fake Colt&#8221; would be tested before John would be allowed to leave. Perhaps the ensuing melee will be elongated enough that it will give Sam and Dean the time they need. Meg wasn&#8217;t expecting to be shot and seems more put out than anything else, shouting at her pal, &#8220;I can&#8217;t believe you just shot me!&#8221; I love Aycox&#8217;s line reading there. It&#8217;s funny.<\/p>\n<p>John&#8217;s busted. He runs. He has somehow memorized the complicated maze-like structure of the warehouse. He&#8217;s opening hatches, climbing down ladders, running through tunnels, as though it&#8217;s his own backyard. He is leading the demons where he wants them to be, for his Holy Water Master Plan, and that&#8217;s just how it goes down. They&#8217;re behind him, he turns a spigot, releasing a fountain of water which starts to flood the already-wet tunnel, and since it&#8217;s now holy, the demons&#8217; feet burn when they try to step into it. John is seen through the flow of water, and he&#8217;s smiling with triumph but he looks like a fucking sociopath.<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s60.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s60.jpg\" alt=\"s60\" width=\"847\" height=\"476\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85299\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s60.jpg 847w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s60-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s60-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s60-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 847px) 100vw, 847px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Having created a temporary slightly implausible barrier, he runs off. If John Winchester were a different kind of guy, we (or let&#8217;s say I) may applaud his ingenuity. But it seems a bit weak, especially considering his reputation (which, granted, we only know about through the warped totally biased eyes of Dean and Sam). No wonder Ellen was like, &#8220;Fuck that guy, he&#8217;s reckless as well as stupid.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p><big>12th scene<\/big><br \/>\nDealing with bodily functions is on my mind, so I wonder how many times Dean and Sam have had to step outside the Impala to piss during their stakeout. Dean is on the phone, calling Dad, no answer. Sam says, and it&#8217;s weak, &#8220;Maybe Meg was late &#8211; or there&#8217;s bad reception \u2026&#8221; Try to put a positive spin on things. Only way to get through it. But something&#8217;s wrong. The radio fizzles into static, and \u2026 something is coming. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s61.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s61.jpg\" alt=\"s61\" width=\"845\" height=\"478\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85302\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s61.jpg 845w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s61-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s61-200x113.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s61-400x226.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 845px) 100vw, 845px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nYou get a great long shot of the house, the camera moving in, as though it is from the point of view of the demon. Lights start flickering, inside and outside, and you see Sam and Dean FEEL it happening (you can also see the blurry lights behind them flickering, a nice detail). The leaf-shadows on the hood the Impala seem damn near alive. Ready, Sam and Dean leap out of the car. Sam&#8217;s the one who grabs the Colt, an invisible detail I find interesting. There&#8217;s been no discussion of who is going to do the shooting when the time comes. But clearly a decision has been made. <\/p>\n<p>Like the criminals that they are, Dean and Sam break into the house. It&#8217;s dark in the downstairs area, and they sneak forward, looking around. When the husband we saw in the driveway attacks Dean with a baseball bat, it&#8217;s a powerful moment. We don&#8217;t even see the actor. He&#8217;s barely shown. But his voice &#8211; &#8220;<i>Get out of my house!&#8221;<\/i> &#8211; is panicked, furious, palpably real. The bat doesn&#8217;t hit Dean, instead smashing into a lamp, and Dean grabs control of the poor guy and wrestles him up to the wall. Just imagine it from that guy&#8217;s perspective. Think about Sam and Dean shooting a damn clown with a shotgun in an upstairs hallway, with a little girl standing right there. And the parents are like, &#8220;WHAT. IS. HAPPENING.&#8221;  It honestly can&#8217;t be explained, really. <\/p>\n<p>Sam and Dean seem like assassins, and Dean has the guy against the wall with the baseball bat, saying to him repeatedly, &#8220;You have to listen to me. You have to listen to me. We are trying to help you.&#8221; For a second you think it might have worked, although I sure as hell wouldn&#8217;t take this strange hot man&#8217;s word for it. I&#8217;d try to kill him.  The poor guy screams, &#8220;MONICA GET THE BABY&#8221; and it&#8217;s heart-wrenching. Seriously. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s62.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s62.jpg\" alt=\"s62\" width=\"850\" height=\"475\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85303\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s62.jpg 850w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s62-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s62-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s62-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 850px) 100vw, 850px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nThe family here the mirror of the family back in Lawrence. The young parents with children. Trying to do things right, keep everyone safe, it&#8217;s really the only job you have as a parent. I feel for the guy. But when he screams that, Sam starts screaming, &#8220;DON&#8217;T GO IN THE NURSERY&#8221;, which, honestly, just exacerbates the problem. The chaos is intense, so intense that Dean finally just punches the poor guy out to shut him up. <\/p>\n<p>Meanwhile, Monica, alarmed, has run down the hall into the nursery and we see it all unfold just as Sam did in the vision. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s63.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s63.jpg\" alt=\"s63\" width=\"848\" height=\"477\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85304\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s63.jpg 848w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s63-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s63-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s63-400x225.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 848px) 100vw, 848px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nThe dark figure over the crib, Monica being pushed irrevocably up the wall. Dean has dragged the poor dad out onto the lawn, I&#8217;m assuming, and meanwhile Sam is running up the stairs and down the hall to the nursery. As he bursts into the dark room, you can see Monica&#8217;s legs hanging down into the frame, and it&#8217;s a great effect, totally spooky and otherworldly.  The dark figure stares at Sam, and suddenly, for the first time, we see the eyes gleam bright yellow. And in those yellow eyes you see recognition, pleased recognition, a welcome sign put out for his beloved protege. <\/p>\n<p>Sam is awesome, because he&#8217;s stunned, and scared, and Monica is screaming, and he sees the yellow eyes, but he doesn&#8217;t hesitate, he raises the gun and fires. Look at this completely surreal image.<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s64.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s64.jpg\" alt=\"s64\" width=\"850\" height=\"474\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85305\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s64.jpg 850w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s64-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s64-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s64-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 850px) 100vw, 850px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nThe figure evaporates, and poor Monica falls off the wall. She is completely hysterical, and, like her husband&#8217;s screams downstairs, hers are heart-rending. &#8220;MY BABY. ROSIE.&#8221; Sam is confused, as he helps her up, the urgency still pulsing through the moment: &#8220;Where the hell did it go??&#8221; He was expecting something else, for the shot to land, for the figure to go down, something other than evaporation. Dean has run up the stairs, and poor Monica is being pushed out of the room by Sam, and she&#8217;s screaming. Listen to how fully Erin Karpluk &#8220;goes there&#8221; with her screams as she is pushed down the hall. It makes my throat catch just to hear her. Dean runs to the crib to scoop up the baby, and right afterwards, the crib bursts into flames.<\/p>\n<p>One cannot ignore the perfect symmetry of Dean grabbing the baby as an adult with the moment in his childhood when his dad handed Baby-Sam off to him and told him to run outside. Sam, that baby long ago, is now on Demon-Killing Detail, a pretty radical change, and Dean?  He&#8217;s grown, but his role is the same as it was back then. Life loops back on itself constantly.<\/p>\n<p><big>13th scene<\/big><br \/>\nJohn Winchester, stranded, in the largest factory complex ever created, it&#8217;s basically a small village, runs around, looking for a way out. He can&#8217;t find one. Heaving for breath, surrounded (as always) by steam and shadows, he takes out his phone to dial Dean, but suddenly, just like Monica in the house, he is flung across the empty space and pinned against the stone wall with an invisible force that makes him cry out, and he is forced up the wall, his feet dangling. <\/p>\n<p>Lookin&#8217; kinda sexy, just hangin&#8217; there, John. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s84.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s84.jpg\" alt=\"s84\" width=\"845\" height=\"475\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85306\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s84.jpg 845w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s84-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s84-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s84-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 845px) 100vw, 845px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><big>14th scene<\/big><br \/>\nWindows crash with the explosion within the house, and the camera moves down to the front door where we get the crazy sight of Sam hustling Monica out, holding the Colt. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s66.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s66.jpg\" alt=\"s66\" width=\"845\" height=\"474\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85307\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s66.jpg 845w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s66-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s66-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s66-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 845px) 100vw, 845px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nIt&#8217;s gloriously absurd. &#8220;Here you go, ma&#8217;am, I just broke into your house with a gun, and shot some weird thing in your nursery, but I am on your side, with my antique gun, TOTALLY.&#8221; The flames have engulfed the house behind them, and Monica&#8217;s husband has emerged from the knockout punch and charges up the lawn, ready to fucking kill both guys. Dean gently hands the wrapped-up baby over to Monica who may still be hysterical but she knows that these guys somehow saved everyone&#8217;s lives. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s67.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s67.jpg\" alt=\"s67\" width=\"849\" height=\"475\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85308\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s67.jpg 849w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s67-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s67-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s67-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 849px) 100vw, 849px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s68.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s68.jpg\" alt=\"s68\" width=\"848\" height=\"475\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85309\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s68.jpg 848w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s68-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s68-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s68-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 848px) 100vw, 848px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nOnce Dean passes the baby over, and everyone is safe, it&#8217;s like Monica and her husband vanish from the brothers&#8217; minds and they turn back to look at the house. Sam knows he didn&#8217;t kill it. Something went wrong. The nursery window is roaring with flames and suddenly, with a clang of bells, the &#8220;Demon&#8221; clang, the big ol&#8217; symphonic John Williams clang of Hell, we see a dark figure up there in the flames, standing still, looking out at them. Its mere presence is a taunt.<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s69.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s69.jpg\" alt=\"s69\" width=\"850\" height=\"478\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85310\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s69.jpg 850w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s69-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s69-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s69-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 850px) 100vw, 850px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Sam starts to run for the house and Dean has to bodily pull him back, another dovetail with the pilot, when Dean had to drag Sam out of Jess&#8217; burning room. The particular conflict here (&#8220;I am ready to die for our cause&#8221; &#8220;The hell you are&#8221;) becomes almost rote through the series, the themes of self-sacrifice, suicide-through-heroic-acts, and whether or not dying is worth it, is there such thing as an &#8220;honorable death&#8221; (Tessa the reaper says there is, and Dean disagrees). Season 9 is when it takes on its full psychological import, in terms of what that impulse means to them as brothers. It&#8217;s a subject they have confronted in various ways for seasons on end. Here it is now, in embryo. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s70.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s70.jpg\" alt=\"s70\" width=\"847\" height=\"473\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85311\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s70.jpg 847w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s70-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s70-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s70-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 847px) 100vw, 847px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nHelpless, the brothers look up at the window, at the black figure, and it eventually vanishes, the flames bursting into the vacuum. I love the shot of Sam that closes out the scene. Dean looks rattled, but Sam looks ferocious. It&#8217;s intense, he&#8217;s chomping at the bit. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s71.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s71.jpg\" alt=\"s71\" width=\"848\" height=\"472\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85312\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s71.jpg 848w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s71-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s71-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s71-400x222.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 848px) 100vw, 848px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><big>15th scene<\/big><br \/>\nThe visual structure of this scene is more traditional than the norm for <i>Supernatural<\/i>: We have establishing shot, medium shot, closeup, and then holy shitballs TOO CLOSE BACK UP. It&#8217;s an extremely emotional structure, and very effective (that&#8217;s why it&#8217;s used so often in film and television, it gets the job done, it practically tells the story FOR you). <\/p>\n<p>Sam sits on the bed, where John was sitting before, in the same pose, back hunched over, hands crossed. He&#8217;s surrounded by red, he&#8217;s wearing dark maroon. The window has a bluish aspect over to the side, but Sam is caught in the red-ness. We could also say it&#8217;s reminiscent of the Meg lighting, which would work thematically, considering the secret working its way towards Sam.  <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s72.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s72.jpg\" alt=\"s72\" width=\"846\" height=\"474\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85313\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s72.jpg 846w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s72-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s72-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s72-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 846px) 100vw, 846px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nI wrote a little bit about the chameleon-like aspect of the production\/costume design <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=79486\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">here<\/a>. They use it very subtly, don&#8217;t make it too stylistic so it calls attention to itself, but it is definitely there. These are highly constructed shots. If he had been wearing plaid, you wouldn&#8217;t get the same monochromatic effect. And Dean blends into his background. You can barely see him through the shadows. He&#8217;s pacing, phone to his ear, waiting for Dad to pick up. Which, of course, dad won&#8217;t, because he is pinned sexily to a wall in Lincoln, Nebraska. <\/p>\n<p>We&#8217;ve got the brothers in the same physical space but in very different places emotionally. Dean says, uneasy, very upset, &#8220;Something&#8217;s wrong \u2026&#8221; and he&#8217;s focused back on Dad, where is Dad, how&#8217;s Dad doing. Sam doesn&#8217;t even seem to be paying attention. He is coiled up in the shadows on the red bed, in his red shirt, looking down. Dean is preoccupied, not picking up on Sam&#8217;s absence, assuming that he and Sam are in the same place emotionally. Dean loves unity. It is his goal. (It&#8217;s the compulsive &#8220;are we okay? We good?&#8221; thing he does.)  &#8220;Something&#8217;s happened \u2026&#8221; says Dean again, worried. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s73.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s73.jpg\" alt=\"s73\" width=\"846\" height=\"475\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85314\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s73.jpg 846w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s73-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s73-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s73-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 846px) 100vw, 846px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The framing here is identical to the one in the scene with the three men earlier in the episode, only now it&#8217;s Sam in the foreground, dark, in John&#8217;s former position, with Dean, in the same spot as he was before. It&#8217;s a visual call-back to that earlier moment. Infer from it what you will. Sam says, too pissed to even look at Dean, &#8220;If you had just let me go back in there, I could have ended all this.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s74.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s74.jpg\" alt=\"s74\" width=\"849\" height=\"474\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85315\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s74.jpg 849w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s74-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s74-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s74-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 849px) 100vw, 849px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nThe ensuing fight gets pretty ugly. <\/p>\n<p>Sam doesn&#8217;t understand the line in the sand that Dean has drawn. They have given everything, their whole lives, to fighting this thing. Of COURSE one of them might die in the process. But that&#8217;s not Dean&#8217;s view, and we&#8217;re really just learning that now. &#8220;It&#8217;s not worth dying over,&#8221; says Dean and Sam looks like he&#8217;s not sure he even heard right. It is where Dean differs from John, that&#8217;s for sure, but it also reveals a truth of where Dean is coming from, something that he probably would never have even HAD to express if Sammy hadn&#8217;t returned to the fold. Clearly Dean is also ready to sacrifice himself, but that comes later. A lot of stuff comes later. Dean&#8217;s issues with death are pretty intense (and that, basically, makes him a member of the human race). He cannot accept death. He is surrounded by it at all times, but death seems <i>wrong<\/i> to him, in a way that is both touching and childish. He lost his mother when he was 4. He will never make sense of that. He will never understand why innocent people die. He cannot reconcile himself to it. Watch how he deals with Layla in &#8220;Faith.&#8221; He is intimate with her, feeling for her, feeling the loss of her, feeling its unfairness.  It will all start revealing itself slowly over Season 2, as we watch Dean deal with his dad&#8217;s death, and the &#8220;deal&#8221; Dad made, and what does that say about life\/death, as well as his OWN life, and should he even BE here or not. It can&#8217;t be summed up in a sentence, obviously.  <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s75.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s75.jpg\" alt=\"s75\" width=\"848\" height=\"476\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85316\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s75.jpg 848w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s75-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s75-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s75-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 848px) 100vw, 848px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nSam seems genuinely surprised to hear Dean just come out and say that the demon isn&#8217;t worth dying for. Soldiers in the trenches MUST believe that whatever it is they are dying for is worth it. You know, who wants to die for cynical meaningless reasons? No one, that&#8217;s who. <\/p>\n<p>As the scene moves on, the camera starts moving in. By the time we are in close to their faces, things are on the verge of spinning out of control. The disagreement here is almost total, and it&#8217;s circling us back to the argument on the bridge in the pilot, even the blocking is the same, although the brothers have reversed.<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/spn24.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/spn24.jpg\" alt=\"spn24\" width=\"837\" height=\"476\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-75177\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/spn24.jpg 837w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/spn24-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/spn24-200x113.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/spn24-400x227.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 837px) 100vw, 837px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Dean has been changed by the year with his brother. He is happier with his life when Sam is with him. But all of that is going to be used against him, and also just flat out difficult, because hunting is dangerous and the fact of the matter is Sam very well might die, and if you want him to NOT die, then you have to drive him back to Stanford, drop him off, and never see him again. It&#8217;s a bind. The change is made manifest in the fact that Dean feels that Sam&#8217;s life is more important than killing the demon, that he doesn&#8217;t care if the demon dies as long as Sam survives, AND \u2026 killing the thing out of revenge, for Mom, for Jess, is useless, because even if we do kill it, they&#8217;re still GONE and they&#8217;re not coming back. It&#8217;s the same line Sam took with Dean in the pilot on that bridge-scene.<\/p>\n<p>And now it is Sam who attacks Dean and pins him against the wall.<\/p>\n<p>Ackles&#8217; next moments, done in unforgiving and beautiful closeup, shows why he is the linchpin of the whole thing, its moral and emotional center.  He visibly cracks. You can <i>see<\/i> it happen.<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s77.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s77.jpg\" alt=\"s77\" width=\"846\" height=\"474\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85317\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s77.jpg 846w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s77-100x56.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s77-200x112.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s77-400x224.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 846px) 100vw, 846px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nI imagine that there&#8217;s a choice behind that for the actor, a sort of <i>permission<\/i> given to oneself to &#8220;go there.&#8221;  <em>&#8220;Okay. Show time. Put up or shut up.&#8221;<\/em> Because the moment is important, certainly the most important in the episode in terms of character. <\/p>\n<p>The show flat out would not have lasted if we never got to see this side of Dean. We need that vulnerable raw underbelly. Not too much of it, but doled out in tiny doses \u2026 in order to keep us invested. That&#8217;s what John Wayne did, who was the epitome of American masculinity, but also one of the most vulnerable actors on the planet. Watch him put on his glasses to read the farewell plaque given to him by his soldiers in <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=69323\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><i>She Wore a Yellow Ribbon<\/i><\/a>, and watch the emotion in that gesture, the gesture that admits he&#8217;s now too old for the job. Without vulnerability, you would not have John Wayne. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/Ribbon-4815.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/Ribbon-4815.jpg\" alt=\"Ribbon-4815\" width=\"600\" height=\"452\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85344\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/Ribbon-4815.jpg 600w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/Ribbon-4815-100x75.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/Ribbon-4815-200x150.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/Ribbon-4815-400x301.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Dean has been vulnerable before. With the sheriff in &#8220;The Benders.&#8221; With Cassie. But not like this, this is new, this is Dean&#8217;s secret: &#8220;The three of us \u2026 that&#8217;s all we have. That&#8217;s all I have. Sometimes I feel like I&#8217;m barely holding it together, man.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s hard for him to say, but has to be said. In any other context, it would be held against him. John certainly wouldn&#8217;t want to hear it. It goes against every fiber of Dean&#8217;s being to even admit such a thing to Sam, because Sam needs him. <i>Everyone<\/i> needs him. Dean&#8217;s mere presence seems to hold back the hostility between Sam and Dad, and he knows it, and accepts it. Everything will fall apart if he falls apart. (The scene with Tessa in the Season 2 premiere is killer in how it addresses all of that. <i>KILL. ER.<\/i>) <\/p>\n<p>John said a similar thing in &#8220;Dead Man&#8217;s Blood.&#8221; &#8220;You two are all I&#8217;ve got.&#8221; But the sentiment is abstract for him, and you can tell it&#8217;s abstract. He barely spends any time with his sons anyway. He loves them, not saying he doesn&#8217;t, but it has become a <i>concept<\/i> rather than a reality. He got an urgent SOS from Sam saying that Dean was dying and he never called Sam back. Love is what you DO.  When Dean says almost the same exact words to Sam here, it pulses with need and fear. It may be dysfunctional, but most love is, and whatever we see there in Dean&#8217;s face, it ain&#8217;t <i>abstract<\/i>. <\/p>\n<p>It is Dean&#8217;s honesty that changes the energy in the room. It is Dean&#8217;s honesty that drops Sam&#8217;s defenses. People look to Dean, at how to be, how to react. It&#8217;s a hell of a load. But he has that emotional power. Sam is in tears, and they are so close together that you hope both actors brushed their teeth that morning. It&#8217;s intimacy. Intimacy between two men, in a non-romantic context, a sibling context, and yet adult \u2026 the kind of stuff rarely explored so thoughtfully in episodic television. Siblings are <i>hard<\/i> to get right.  These guys, as unalike as they are, get it. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s76.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s76.jpg\" alt=\"s76\" width=\"849\" height=\"474\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85318\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s76.jpg 849w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s76-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s76-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s76-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 849px) 100vw, 849px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nYou think it might turn into a hug but thankfully it doesn&#8217;t. The moment is too raw, and Sam turns away, his head pounding again, the aftermath of his vision-heavy 24 hours.  Suddenly, in a whoosh, all of his rage falls away, and he&#8217;s where Dean is, worried that Dad hasn&#8217;t called. It&#8217;s not right. Something is terribly wrong. Dean, still against the wall, is coming down from what just happened, what he just revealed. He can barely catch his breath.<\/p>\n<p>Sam has gotten his shit together, and takes charge, telling Dean to try Dad again. Dean, probably thankful to be told what to do, to have something to do in general, calls. <\/p>\n<p>The phone rings in a dark space for a while and then, fringed in red light of course, Meg picks up the phone, saying, &#8220;You boys really screwed up this time.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s79.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s79.jpg\" alt=\"s79\" width=\"847\" height=\"473\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85320\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s79.jpg 847w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s79-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s79-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s79-400x223.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 847px) 100vw, 847px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nDean, hearing her voice, is visibly devastated. He says, keeping his voice steady, &#8220;Where is he?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You&#8217;re never going to see your father again.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Huge zoom-in on Dean. ANGST.<\/p>\n<p>Huge zoom-in on Sam. CONCERN.<\/p>\n<p>Music rising. <\/p>\n<p>To Be Continued \u2026 <\/p>\n<p>Damn straight it&#8217;s to be continued. <\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s78.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s78.jpg\" alt=\"s78\" width=\"850\" height=\"472\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-85321\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s78.jpg 850w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s78-100x55.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s78-200x111.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/s78-400x222.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 850px) 100vw, 850px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Directed by Robert Singer Written by Sera Gamble &#038; Raelle Tucker Robert Singer has said openly that he is a character-guy, not a plot-guy. 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