Recap: Supernatural Episode 7.03, The Girl Next Door

Okay, so this could be really interesting; I’m look forward to seeing how they go about this. With the Butch & Sundance theme I heard about, I wondered which angle they were going to go. I mean, Butch and Sundance robbed trains and banks to keep themselves afloat. They were constantly on the run from the law — and not only the law, but also Lefors who could apparently track them over rock, prompting Butch to constantly ask, “Who are these guys?” They actually go to Bolivia to try to live a different life, try to stay safe from the law.

Thinking about the Leviathans being human-noshing shapeshifters who (we later learn) have the boys’ fake credit cards flagged and can literally be anyone, I wonder how long it’s going to be until they are forced to a cash-only basis (and then how are they going to get that cash), until they have to hide the Impala (*whimper*), until they have to go like…Yemen deep to stay alive.

Just so long as they don’t end the season with them running out of a building while some Leviathan yells, “Fuego!” and we fade to black. That’s all I ask. Pleaseohplease.

Dean: Good times. Anything else?

Bobby: They bleed black goo.

On the table there’s a bucket of Sandy’s Chicken. Totally random observation.

As Dean and Bobby are talking, Sam’s obviously seeing something Hellish, totally checked out. We don’t see it this time, but by the look on his face, it’s not pretty.

Dean’s all, “Sammy, Sam, Sam, Ground Control to Sam. You okay?”

Sam rubs the scar on his hand and “comes back.” Says he’s fine. Uh-huh.

Bobby says he’s gotta round up his old library. Has copies all over the place. Hooray!! Love a guy who’s prepared.

Dean to Sam: Hey, Two-legs…we’re fresh out of grub. Wanna make a run? (tosses him the keys to the Impala) Be careful with her. And, uh, Sam? Pie!

*grins* I heart him.

Sam leaves and Dean looks at Bobby.

Dean: So? Before you bail again, Girl, Interrupted over there. Thoughts?

Bobby: He’s doing better.

Bobby thinks Sam’s head is like Dean’s leg. Dean thinks he gets his cast off in 5 days and he’s golden but Sam’s a time bomb. Bobby points out that he’s not keeping secrets, call it an upswing. Famous last words.

Dean rubs his face. “That’s not how it works. Ever. The other shoe is going to drop. Just a matter of when.”

Bobby says worry about today’s problems today. “You sit there and stew. I’m going to get intel.”

Dean looks down, his expression…worried. Dejected. Just…unf. *rubs heart* He’s more than helpless. He’s helpless AND needs help and that’s gotta be killing him. He can’t fix Sam and he’s laid up and…man, I could just feel his frustration bleeding through the screen.

Bobby: You sitting there wringing your hands ain’t gonna do nothing. Maybe he’ll surprise you.

Dean = irritated glance. Looking around. Scratching cast. Mrph. Not. Happy.

Meanwhile, Sam’s at some Quick Shop place for grub, and sees headline on the local paper: Ice Pick Killer Strikes Again.
Uses credit card to pay for everything – including a copy of the paper.

Somewhere else in the US, a red warning  on some credit check computer guy’s screen pops up for a  Lenny Kilmister (at least I’m pretty sure it said ‘Lenny’ – I’m thinking that was supposed to be a Motorhead shout out for ‘Lemmy’ but I only got a quick look at it).

YIKES! Warning!

Credit guy calls Edgar, the Levi’s 2nd in command – who is back in one piece after being smushed by a car (swell) — says he’s two days from them. Edgar’s like, why you still talking to me, then? Credit guy goes after the boys. Yipe.

Gaelicspirit

Gaelicspirit is a storyteller. She is a recent addition to Whedonverse Network, but has been writing and posting recap/reviews of Supernatural on LiveJournal since 2007. She works as a freelance writer and consultant in the real world, and is ever-connected to the six-degrees of Joss Whedon.

Gaelicspirit

Gaelicspirit is a storyteller. She is a recent addition to Whedonverse Network, but has been writing and posting recap/reviews of Supernatural on LiveJournal since 2007. She works as a freelance writer and consultant in the real world, and is ever-connected to the six-degrees of Joss Whedon.

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