Recap: Supernatural – Episode 7.21, Reading is Fundamental

Back in MI, Kevin’s still out on the floor. His phone rings, waking him up, and his machine picks up (who has a machine anymore…I ask you) so that he hears his mom’s voice, wishing him luck on his math test (which he’s now late for) and reminding him that she’ll be home by 7. He starts to rush around and grab his stuff when his eyes get all glowy again and he sees the symbols.

Back in Chicago, Dean wakes suddenly, jerking, then wiping his face sleepily. A quick aside – I liked these digs. Not a motel, not your standard hot-wired house. It didn’t have electricity, it seemed, since they were using camping lights for illumination, but it did have running water, so they lucked out there. Also? Sam’s laptop must have an awesome battery. Mine dies after about 45 mins. That bites, man.

Dean gets up, glancing over at Sam who is listening to a news report on said laptop, then makes his way to the sink to splash water on his face. Next to him, a tin cup slides down a shelf, toward him. He looks up and around.

Dean: Bobby? That you?

Sam holds up the EMF meter and it’s lighting up. He says that Bobby’s encounter with Dick Roman must have drained his batteries. Now, here, I just want to say one teensy-tiny thing. I know they basically did that so that for the sake of story flow, and whatnot, they could make sure they recognized the fact that Bobby’s ghost is still around, not drop it entirely as they focused more on the Cas and Meg aspect, but I think it would have been cool had they managed to keep little Ghost!Bobby reminders throughout. Like…having someone get poked or pinched in the backseat when they were all in the car together. Not just a one and done reminder before we moved on.

I know we’re going to see more of Bobby in the coming two episodes (based on previews only) so I’m not terribly worried. Just…saying. It’s something I would do if I were writing a story.

Dean heads over to Sam to peer over his shoulder and asks if they started the storm heard round the world. Sam tells him that last night, maternity wards were slammed with women in labor. Dean picks up the tablet and pushes out his lips a bit, saying in a very Nighttime DJ voice (*melts*), “So…this one goes out to all the ladies.”

He asks Sam what it is and Sam’s like, well…it’s writing, but that’s pretty much all he’s got.

Dean: So, big daddy chomper lands and grabs himself some Dick, (*insert Sam grimace here at phrasing*) then starts finding things and digging all for…this. Why?

Sam says they have to hole up somewhere safe to figure it out. They decide to go to Rufus’ cabin – only this time, Dean says he’s doing the shopping. Sam must not have gotten any pie. Or enough beer.

But just as Dean’s walking away to pack up, Sam’s cell rings and it’s Meg saying Cas woke up  – last night at 8. She waited this long to call them because she’s been dealing with Cas…says he’s a tad different than when he dozed off. Tells them if they want answers, they better start driving.

Sam: So…Indiana?

Dean agrees, then realizes that 8pm was about the same time they broke open the stone. Curiouser and curiouser.

Meanwhile, it’s night again (which was weird because unless Cas was in southern IN, Chicago’s basically over the state line, so I’m not sure it would have taken them that long to get to him, but…) and Kevin’s driving his mom’s car. His eyes are all glowy and he sees the symbols and about crashes the car, trying to keep himself under control. His girlfriend calls and is all where were you…you missed the test and pretty much everything else. Kevin kinda mumbles that he thinks he had a seizure, then with glowy eyes he says that he’s been chosen and it’s his birthright.

His girlfriend laments, This isn’t one f those over-achiever teen meltdowns is it?

Kevin just tells her that he’s supposed to keep going; he’s not allowed to stop. He hangs up, and heads West. And I won’t be Geography Nerd and look up Neighbor, MI to see why he headed West and not South if he was going to IN.

That same night, at the mental hospital, Cas is standing in front of the window dressed in his white patient clothes – and his trench coat. The boys head inside the building (which has apparently relaxed its security for the night) and are making their way down to Cas’ room.

Dean: We raced all the way here and now I don’t know…can’t say I’m fired up to see what’s left of the guy.

I don’t really blame him. Forgiveness issues aside, it’s gotta be burning a hole in his heart to see what’s happened to Cas after he took on Sam’s issues. Add to that the fact that he never really got any resolution for his own personal hurt and all the weight that he and Sam are both having to deal with now because of Cas’ actions since Cas didn’t come back as Cas and you’ve got an understandable mix of dread and bitterness. Heck, I’ve dreaded seeing friends again after just not talking for a few months, just because of the unknown.

Sam: You think he remembers it all?

Dean: That, and I’m guessing whatever kind of hell baggage he lifted off of your plate. It’s not going to be pretty.

A security guard stops them just outside of Cas’ room and says that visiting hours are long over, but Nurse Meg appears and tells him it’s okay, she’s been expecting them. The boys head into Cas’ room and Dean quietly calls Cas’ name. Cas turns, smiles, greets Dean, then Sam.

Dean (with a smile that doesn’t quite reach somewhat wounded eyes): Look at you. Walking and talking. That’s great, right?

Cas walks up to Dean, then points at him saying, “Pull my finger.”

Me: Um…what?

Dean: Um…what?

Cas: My finger. Pull it.

Cautiously, waiting for the punchline, Dean does, and suddenly all the lights in the room burst in a blast of power. Cas laughs like a child. Okay, so…we have yet another iteration of Cas. Misha Collins is pretty amazing – think of all the versions of Cas he’s had to play! Soldier-like Angel of the Lord who pulled Dean from perdition, futuristic hippie angel, rebelling angry angel, free-will angel, vengeful angel, God, Levi angel, Jimmy the Vessel, Healer, contrite angel, and now…this. Not sure what I’d call this version…maybe Prozac Angel?

Once again, they’ve impressed me.


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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