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

But first, back in jail, Dean hears odd, echoey footsteps. He starts to look around and without warning, Red Cap is sitting next to him. Which…I wonder how he was able to get through the iron bars of the jail? Unless they’re not iron. *shrug*

Anyway, whoever or whatever Red Cap is, he starts to beat the ever-loving hell out of Dean. Slamming him against the bars, the floor, the wall. Dean’s bleeding in no time. Back in Brennan’s office, Sam is receiving a similar beat-down by Wayne. Ouch.

Dean is all bloody. Sam is all bloody. Red Cap is saying nothing. And Wayne is taunting Sam saying he already took his best shot. Sam’s like, you’re right, I did.

And then he spills a vial of salt on the ground, forcing Wayne to stop and count.

Sam: Why didn’t I do that earlier??

He goes to the book and starts reading while Wayne continues to count, hissing curses in Sam’s direction. Dean is just this side of getting knocked unconscious when the spell begins to work and all of the creatures from faerie land blink out—presumably sucked back to their own reality. Whew!

Later on—maybe the next day—the guys stop on a dirt road between a field of corn and a field of what looked like soybeans. It really could have been somewhere in Indiana near where I grew up. They pull out the cooler of beers and lean on the front of the Impala. They both have split lips and Dean has a good-sized gash over his eye. They look worse for the wear and much better for it. Dean wears bruises so gosh-darn well. *sighs happily*

It’s a pretty shot, it really is. The dirt road contrasts with the black of the Impala flanked on either side by green fields and the sky is a pale blue backdrop. The boys look…peaceful and close. You’d never know the turmoil churning just beneath the surface of those cautious eyes and hesitant half-smiles.

They drink a toast to the tiniest DA for dropping the charges (thankfully explaining how Dean got out of jail because I was all manner of what??). Dean asks Sam about saying no to the leprechaun’s deal, wondering aloud if Sam thought he really could have done it. Sam was like, doesn’t matter, it was a deal and since when have deals been a good thing?

Dean’s like, point taken. But he presses, worried, needing to know how Sam’s head is working. Is Sam having second thoughts about getting his soul back?

Sam says no, and Dean nods, looking away and sipping his beer, but a cautious look crosses Sam’s face. Perhaps his answer wasn’t an all-out lie, but that look definitely shouted doubt. He’s said several times that he’s a better hunter, that he thinks clearer (or so he assesses) without his soul. Regardless of if his brother and the world think his hunting methods are morally questionable or if his clear thoughts are missing a layer of compassion and empathy, maybe he doesn’t want to give up this pain-free life.

But why, I still wonder, did he bother getting his brother back into his life in the first place? Soul or not, emotions or not, I think he’s conflicted somewhere in there. He waited a year to get Dean, then he waited awhile after that to tell Dean that he knew something was wrong with him. Maybe he’s not thinking a clearly as he thinks he’s thinking.

And Dean, man, he can’t let his guard down for one second. If Sam thought it was exhausting faking it, it’s doubly so for Dean. Not only is he trying to be his soulless brother’s conscience and keep him on as high ground morally-speaking as they’ve ever been able to maintain, but he also has to constantly check himself, his heart, his logic, his natural inclination to want to ream Sam for this choice or that action. He has to remind himself that he might think Sam should know better, but there’s no real gauge to judge how memories police actions. Just because this Sam has old Sam’s memories, doesn’t mean this Sam is capable of making the same choices.

It’s a wrenching situation to be in. Dean has to protect Sam from himself, protect himself from Sam, and try to keep his head on straight so that he doesn’t lose that kernel of connection that has always, always kept them united. That bond that has been stronger than blood. Because he’s the only one who cares about that right now. He’s the only one who can.

All-around light hearted episode with some heavier undertones that foreshadow, me thinks, events to come. Next week we have a re-run as the US folks recover from Turkey Day and the previews for Dec 3rd look exciting. I can’t wait to see what they’re going to do to us next.

Thanks for reading!

Slainte.

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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