Supernatural 7.09 – How to Win Friends and Influence Monsters

It’s interesting what they each reveal when “under the influence,” isn’t it? When Sam was dosed, he let slip that he’s moving on with his life and doesn’t need Dean anymore. Sure, he retracted it and blamed it on the potion, but it was still partially true for him. Now Dean reveals that one of the main things that has him coiled so tight all the time you could bounce a quarter off of him is Cas. The loss of his friend is a heavy, heavy weight on his heart and this…whatever it is…has released him from that for the moment. I bet he felt like he could float if he wanted to.

Personally, I almost wish I could know what that feels like.

Bobby looks at him and like a child, Dean mocks his stare, then pouts, “I just want my slammer back.”

Sam: Dude, you are completely stoned. Just like Ranger Rick.

Bobby: And like the dinner rush. Everyone loves the Turduckin.

Suddenly, the sandwich kinda…burps up the purple goo they’d found inside Broughton. Seriously, ya’ll? That’ll turn me off white meat for awhile. That was just…nasty doesn’t fully encompass the shudder of revulsion I felt in that moment.

Dean: I think you pissed off my sandwich.

Everyone draws their head back. Dean slides off the counter.

Dean: That’s…in me?

Sam (weak smile): O-only half of it.

Unless you count the day before…then it’s one and a half.

Sam: So, whoever turned Broughton into a Pumpkin Head and is currently turning Dean into an idiot—

Dean: I’m…right here. Right here.

Bobby: It’s in the meat.

Dean (with a slightly dazed-looking grin): If I wasn’t chilled out right now, I would puke.

So, in Bobby’s A-Team van (which is a bit more tricked-out inside than the one he had when he couldn’t walk), they stake out Biggerson’s. Dean’s sleeping off the tryptophan coma in the back, his head resting against Bobby’s front seat. Sam and Bobby are in the front seat alternating watching the warehouse and surreptitiously checking on Dean.

Sam: So, you think he’s okay?

Bobby: He’s all right.

Sam: So you don’t…worry about him?

Bobby: You mean before the Turduckin?

Sam (fidgeting, obviously unsure how to bring up what he’s thinking about): Yeah, I mean like…before my head broke and we lost Cas.

Bobby just watches Sam talk and it struck me then how differently he treats these two. I’m not sure I’ve quite got the pulse of it, because it doesn’t always feel consistent – much like a real parent of two very different children might behave. It’s like…well, like he wants to treat them the same because they’re both adults, both hunters, have both been through Hell and back, but is constantly reminded that he can’t because they simply don’t look at the world the same.

Not only that, he expects different things from them – Bobby needs them differently.

He loves Sam, you can tell that by the way he looks at him and how he tells Dean to go easy on him or give him a break or don’t lose faith in him (different times over the past seasons). He feels for him, too. But (and this is just the way I see it), he doesn’t need Sam like he needs Dean. Dean reminds Bobby of himself, and he’s said before that Dean’s his favorite. I get this feeling that Dean keeps Bobby whole, keeps him together.

A lot of the time it feels like he needs Sam to stay in one piece because without that, Dean would fall apart. That’s not to say in any way that he doesn’t care about Sam outside of Dean, but, well, that’s what I see at the base. He gives Sam a certain leeway, space to be the kind of man he’s going to be. But he demands the Dean be the kind of man he expects him to be. Sam’s allowed to be ‘deep’ and reflective, Dean needs to suck it up and pull himself together.

It’s not exactly fair, but it’s very human. And I don’t think Bobby can help it. Especially now. If he still had his home base, his ground, his supply of weaponry and memories to ground him, maybe he could let Dean ‘talk it out’ like he’s willing to let Sam. But now, with the way things are, he’s just reacting from a place of fear for both of them and when his fear bounces off of Sam it turns soft and when it bounces off of Dean it turns hard.

Sam: You ever feel like he’s…going through the same motions but he’s not the same Dean?

Bobby: How could he be?

There’s a shot of Dean sleeping and looking at him look peaceful for a moment, I realized I was glad someone said that – how could either of them be the same, right? After all they’ve been through? It’s like taking an 18-year-old class clown who’d never held a gun, putting him through basic training, sending him to war, making him kill people, watch his friends die, and get wounded, and then bringing him home and expecting him to be the class clown again. Neither Sam nor Dean is the same.

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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