Recap: Supernatural Episode 7.07 – The Mentalists

OFFICIAL DESCRIPTION: Sam (Jared Padalecki) and Dean (Jensen Ackles) investigate the gruesome murders of resident mediums in Lily Dale, the most “psychic” town in America. They discover that an angry spirit is killing off the psychics one by one, but in a town full of people who claim to be summoning spirits, they have a little trouble identifying the medium controlling the ghost. Mike Rohl directed the episode written by Ben Acker and Ben Blacker.

The Ramble

Hey ya’ll. Thanks for waiting on this one! Completed 10 miles in my training yesterday, so I needed the extra day to watch our boys and Ramble On. I haven’t read anything posted about the episode, so some of this will be old territory covered for some of you. Hope it’s worth the wait. The show sure was.

So in the THEN we saw all the Amy stuff. I have to say I am so glad we have The Amy Secret out in the open and both boys dealing with what happened – mainly because there’s only so long a plot of that kind can be stretched before it starts to fray, but also because there’s so much more going on with both of them than just this one instance. We need to see that stuff – the hallucinations and Hell vision and the nightmares and depression and trust issues. Not the I Know What You Did Last Hunt secret stuff.

Before I get to the NOW, though, I have to work out a couple of things that this episode spun around in me. They used a plot devise I like to employ in a lot of my stories – that of the case itself and/or the subtext of the case sharing a lesson with the brothers about themselves. A ‘this could easily be you’ from either a good or bad perspective. A way for them to get the point without having to live the point.

It can easily be a contrived plot devise, one that drops an ACME-sized anvil on the reader/watcher, but in this instance, I think it was expertly employed. We got the point, the boys got the point and we were able to make headway with some healing and some reveals of truth – all without a punch thrown. *wink* The whole episode harkened back to the pacing and rhythm of earlier seasons where hunting the MotW wasn’t directly related to the over-arching season plot, but still managed to thread together some critical elements that our heroes so desperately needed.

Also, I kinda feel like the universe might be trying to tell me something. I said to a friend earlier this week that I could almost see myself letting go of some of the angst I carry around with me about my sister (who hates me and hurt me over a misunderstanding) – except for Supernatural. The way this show constantly reminds us about our relationships – be they sibling or otherwise – and how important those relationships can be makes it impossible for me to set my pain aside and move on. I’m not exactly sure what I should do about it…but I can’t seem to let it go. And there came a moment in this episode where I felt a rush of relief – as if I’d been the one to have the cathartic speech.

It’s amazing that for characters who aren’t real – and who are brought to us by the delicate combination of performance and writing – they are able to trigger so much real-life thought and feeling.

The NOW opened at a séance, a Ouija board in the center of the table, a severe-looking medium sitting at the triangle point between a couple – the willing wife and the skeptical husband. They’re trying to reach out to “Uncle Danny” and as the medium and the wife put their hands on the planchette (is that right?) it moves to the ‘yes’ to indicate that the spirit they seek is indeed there. The curtains in front of the closed window stir. ‘Danny’ knocks twice for yes. All the bells and whistles.

The wife wants to know if ‘Sadie’ there with him and the husband about sprains something rolling his eyes. I thought it was funny that Sadie turned out to be the family schnauzer as that’s the name of one of Jared’s dogs (and, yes, I heard about Harley *sad*). Skeptical husband is skeptical as he demands Danny stop “screwing around” and tell them where the important papers were. He puts his hands on the planchette…and then things get weird.

The lights flicker, the fire surges, light bulbs burst. The spirit is Not Happy, apparently. Just then, the planchette starts moving on its own, all three of them staring at it in horror. Without warning, it levitates, flies through the air, and stabs the medium in the throat. ACK! I think I’d be swearing off Ouija boards after that. Important papers or not.

Next thing we see is Dean, carrying a bag of fast food, checking his phone – no messages. He closes the phone with a frustrated, disappointed expression, then pauses in front of a Dodge (looked like an early ‘70’s model Charger, but I could be wrong) painted baby blue and primer gray. Behind the parked car is a sign with ‘Raleigh’ something on it, so I figure he must have been in North Carolina. It’s not clear at this point how long it’s been since the boys parting at that pier, but Dean’s put some miles under him since Ankeny.

And since he boosts this Dodge, he’s apparently done so by hopping from car to car. He climbs inside and wrinkles his nose in disgust at the piles of trash and fast-food bags balled up on the front seat (also put me in the mind of a certain orange Nova) muttering, “Have some pride.” He hotwires the car and the radio comes on. He tears the fuzzy dice from the rear-view window, throwing them in the back as he grimaces at the too-peppy DJ telling him that he’s listening to Morning Chaos with Bananas Bosner.

Dean: Hell I am, asshat.

Just as he’s about to turn off the radio, though, Bananas starts his report about ‘news of the weird’ and the strange deaths of two psychics in Lily Dale, NY – hilariously commenting that they should have seen it coming. Heh. With a small head bounce of guess I know what I’m doing next, Dean backs out and, presumably heads to Lily Dale.

Being a detail-oriented person, I filled in a blank there that he stopped back at whatever hotel he was crashing at to get his bags – since he didn’t have any with him when he snaked the car, and he shows up in different clothes the next time we see him. It’s probably totally unnecessary to go there, but my brain does it anyway. *shrugs*


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 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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