Dean watches Sam from behind his laptop, face impassive. Mills tells Sam that she got wind of it because she’s nosy and after everything she’s through and then with Bobby…. Her voice gets thick with emotion when she says his name. I’d been waiting the whole conversation to see if she knew – since they’d never said if they called Bobby’s peeps, I was worried she didn’t. The sound of her voice saying Bobby’s name like that made my eyes well. Other people’s pain is sometimes more poignant than my own.
Sam tells her they’ll look into it, hangs up, then looks up at Dean saying that it was Sheriff Mills and she caught them one.
Dean (deadpanned): Aw, now I feel bad. We didn’t get her anything.
Ha! He makes me smile even when he’s snarky.
Sam (registering what Dean is doing for the first time): I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I hope you’re watching cartoon smut because reading Dick Roman crap over and over is just self punishment.
Dean opens his mouth to argue, looks askance, then closes the laptop. Leveling his eyes at his brother he replies in all seriousness, “It’s called Anime. And it’s an art form.”
Sam’s like, uh huh.
In same said random car from the first scene, the boys pull up to another abandoned house, chain link fence surrounding it, and a sign saying it was up for auction. They’re dressed in suits – already ready already to do this investigating thing – and decided this place looks as good as any. They go around back to check it out. I really like that they’re showing them more and more staying off the grid, finding different hovels to set up shop – not staying in hotels over and over.
Dean’s hauling a beat-up, round table to a center room and Sam’s coming down the stairs carrying a chair. He tells Dean that there’s one “semi-functioning” bathroom and one un-rancid bedroom. I think that’s what he called it, anyway. I couldn’t quite figure out the words, but I think he meant that the bedroom was away from the bathroom. Regardless, it was desirable.
Dean: Define ‘semi-functioning’ and don’t use the words ‘hole in the floor.’
Sam tries. Can’t. Then assumes the position for rock/paper/scissors. *love* Sam wins and unrolls his bedroll in the bedroom they were competing for. Dean walks in all…pouty, his backpack hanging loosely from his fingers, his face down trodden. Sam ignores him, clearly very happy with his spoils of ‘war.’
Dean: How does paper beat rock? It’s stupid.
*laugh* I love it. Especially because my five year old has asked the same question of me before and my only answer is, “Because it does.”
With their living arrangements handled, they start investigating, clad in suits and heavy overcoats, take-out coffee in hand. They’re out in front of the a house of a guy who witnessed the attack of the mummified grad student and Sam’s catching Dean up on what he learned when he got the mummy’s file. Apparently the witness was deemed ‘unreliable’ by the cops. So, the boys go see what they can find out.
The witness, a young Paul Giamatti look-alike, opens the door, a knitted afghan around his shoulders. They flash their badges and Dean introduces them as Agent Smith and Agent Smith…no relation. Nice Die Hard shout-out, there, Dean. Sorta. *grins* The guy asks if they can talk outside because his mom is sleeping. He says they’re just going to laugh at him like the other cops and Dean promises they won’t laugh. Dean gives the guy that tight, c’mon, you can tell me smile that crinkle the edges of his eyes just so. *sighs happily*
The guy is all, okay, why not and tells them that he was on the steps…medicating (which earns him a barely-suppressed eye roll from Dean and a smirk from Sam) and he heard fighting, then saw Durham with some guy dressed like his Grandpa. Sam’s like, come again? Guy says that the man was wearing snappy shoes, a suit, and one of those Justin Timberlake hats.
Sam: A fedora?
Me: JustinTimberlake? Really? Not even Indiana Jones?? Go back to your medicating, man.
Guy says that a red energy passed through Durham and into the Hat Guy and that his watch stopped and Durham aged before his eyes and looked like a raisin. The boys thank him for his help and as they turn away Dean’s like, “Wow.” Yeah, no kidding.
Back at the Winchester Temporary HQ, they’re trying to figure out who the Hat Guy is, looking through the files and searching online (and seriously, they have to be wireless hotspot ninjas). Dean cracks a beer and listens as Sam calls out a history of weird bodies in Canton over several decades – random vics, random years, the only commonality is the condition of the bodies and the location. That, and the bodies drop in threes, so there’s still one more victim.
Dean tells Sam to let him drive a sec.
Sam (eyes smiling): You gonna look at more Anime or are you strictly into Dick now?
BWAH! Okay, I’m sorry, but that was funny. *shakes head* Boys.
Dean drops his eyes to the side giving his brother A. Look. Sam’s all smug, and Dean raises his eyebrows all, oh, yeah, smart guy? Then he types “Canton Web Cams” into some search bar and BAM. They have access to all the web cams around the city.
Sam = totally impressed.
Sam: Are those local feeds? How did you do that so fast?
Dean sips his beer, suppressing a grin, as he answers. “Little tutorial from Frank. Don’t worry. We’ll pretend this never happened.”
Sam has the grace to look chagrined as Dean finds the cameras around where the first victim was found.
Sam: You need to teach me that trick.
Hee. Love it.
Sam sees something, though, and grabs the laptop, turning it toward him. Dean frowns, drinking his beer.
Dean: You can’t even let me bask in the glory for a second, can you.
Sam: Shut up. Look.
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