Recap: Supernatural Episode, 6.09: Clap Your Hands If You Believe

After they leave, Dean tells Sam to watch the watch guy and he’ll go check out the crop circle. He gives Sam specific instructions to not attack, maim, or otherwise engage with Brennan. In fact, Sam is to make no judgment calls whatsoever—he should call Dean first. I don’t blame Dean a bit with this directive; I mean, Sam did confess to murdering innocent people “in the line of duty” at the end of the last episode. And this is Dean. “Nobody is killing any virgin’s”-Dean. He’s not going to risk Sam making a call that could get someone killed even if did take out the bad guy in the meantime.

Sam, however, protests a bit and says he was without Dean for a whole year and got along fine.

Dean: I don’t want to know your definition of FINE.

Well…if Sam were in The Italian Job it would be Freaked Out, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional. But…yeah, I get Dean’s point. *grins*

So, Dean leaves Sam at the watch shop and takes the Impala out to the crop circles. It looks like he drives the car right up to the crop circle—gah! the paint job!—and gets out to walk out there and look around, totally on-edge. His phone rings and he jumps a mile before answering. It’s Sam—he’s staked out Brennan in a bar where he’s apparently choosing to drown his sorrows. Sam wants to talk to him and is checking in with his conscience before doing so—but before Dean can say anything, a large bright light hovers over him.

Dean is like Ho. Lee. She. It. He pulls out his gun and takes off running through the cornfield (which—ouch! And also? I wonder why he didn’t just head to the Impala?). He’s yelling into the phone.

Dean: UFO! UFO!

Sam: What? Dude, stop yelling. You’re breaking up.

Dean: Close encounter! Close encounter!

Sam: Which kind? 1st? 2nd?

Dean: They’re after me!!

(This whole time he’s running…running…always running….)

Sam: You better run, man. I think the 4th is a butt thing.

Dean: EMPATHY, Sam. Empathy!

Ya’ll, I cracked up. My MOM cracked up. Sam might’ve been low on empathy but this exchange between the two of them gave me a much-needed laugh.

Sam catches the waitress’s eye and signals for another beer while Dean keeps running. Finally, Dean drops his phone and pulls out his knife and drops into a fighting stance all, bring it you green-skinned bastards.

The bright light gets brighter and suddenly—no Dean.

Back at the bar, Sam frowns into his phone, says his brother’s name, then just looks pissy, hangs up, and checks out the waitress as she delivers his beer. *frowns and arches eyebrow* Sam, Sam, Sam…. Y’know what? I think that’s what gets me the most tangled up. I want to say, “Seriously, Dude? Your brother just screamed into the phone that he was being chased while investigating Something Very Weird and then the line goes dead and you don’t even at least try to call back let alone get up and go after him right away?” But…we’re dealing with Soulless Guy. So we can’t tsk at him, right? *sighs* I am…disgruntled about that.

Eventually deciding that it would be a good idea to track down his brother, Sam ends up in the cornfield, too—only I’m not sure how he got there because Dean had the Impala, but whatever. *shrugs* He calls Dean’s phone and follows the sound of the ringtone.

Aside—is that a new ringtone? It wasn’t Smoke On The Water but I couldn’t ID it. Anyone catch it and want to enlighten me? Pretty please?

Sam comes across a caravan of RVs that are all UFO believers—I’m honestly not sure how he found them or where. Were they in the crop circle? I totally missed that. Anyway, though, Wayne Whittaker is there and Sam remembers him from the interviews. He gives Sam a pamphlet of information and eyewitness accounts. Sam, though, wants to know how to get them. Not just believe in them.

Wayne’s all, you and me both, man. The pretty hippie girl who they’d interviewed earlier as well overhears their conversation and comes over all OMG, your brother was abducted?!

Sam: Yeah. I’m okay. I’ve had time to adjust.

Hippie Chic: Did it happen when you were kids?

Sam: No…like a half hour ago.

She’s clearly confused by this, but apparently finds him interesting enough to stick close. Sam turns back to Wayne and is like, let me get this straight—you have zero concrete data and no workable leads. You are of no use to me and you suck at hunting UFOs. He heads off and the Hippie Chic follows, offering to help, if she can.

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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  1. hi, new to the site, thanks.

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