Recap: Supernatural, Episode 6.18 – Frontierland

I just want to put it out there, though, that somewhere in the last four episodes, I’m waiting for that moment of heart-wrenching angst when memories surface. And not just Sam’s memories of Hell. I’m talking memories from each brother about what happened between them at the beginning of this season. Dean may act as though nothing else matters, now that Sam is Sam again, but those memories aren’t erased. Sam may have a protective wall and a code of silence protecting him from remembering, but Dean doesn’t. And I’m just wondering what in the next four episodes is going to trigger that pain for both of them.

And I hope hope hope that The Powers That Be use it to draw the brothers together rather than once more tear them apart. Because right now? They’re totally together and it rocks. But we can’t just rock in blissful brotherly love through the end of this season without completely wrecking any kind of semblance of story flow. If those memories and/or experiences we all had to survive in the first 12 episodes aren’t addressed in some way, the story arch will be a…ball of string, not a tightly woven cord.

Anyway.

Bobby, reading from one of the books, says that ashes from a Phoenix can burn the Mother.

Dean: Great! Where do we get one?

Confess—how many of you said, Dumbledor’s office? No? Just me, then? Okay.

Bobby (baffled): I thought it was a myth!

So, they head back to the books, books, and more books looking for something on a Phoenix. Dean is reading something and behaving like he’s having entirely too much fun with it for it to be productive. He glances up once or twice to check on Sam and Bobby, looking like a kid with a comic stuffed inside his History book.

Soon, however, he lifts his hand in discovery, rotating on his heel and turning toward the table Sam and Bobby are sitting at with a, “Guys. Guys guys guys guys…check this out!”

Reading from the book in his hands, Dean sinks onto a chair.

“March 5th, 1861. Sunrise, WY. Gun killed a Phoenix today and left a pile of smoldering ash.”

Dean looks up at them, his expression of triumphant discovery utterly priceless.

Sam: Whose gun?

Dean: Colt’s. THE Colt.

He turns the leather-bound book around to face Sam and shows him the Devil’s Trap on the cover. And in that moment, Sam and Dean turn into total kids on Christmas.

Sam: What?! That’s his! Dude. No.

Dean (grinning): Dude. Yes.

So. Cute.

Sam: Lemme see it!

Dean (pulling it away): No.

He tells them that there’s no info on what the Phoenix looked like or where/how Colt found it.

Dean (with an excited gleam in his eye): I know where we can find one! March 5th, 1861. Sunrise, WY. We’ll Star Trek IV this bitch!

Sam looks at Bobby and lifts a shoulder in a clueless shrug.

Bobby: I only watch Deep Space 9.

Dean (rolling his head, and eyes, in exasperation): Star Trek IV. Save the whales!

Sam gives him a totally blank look. I, meanwhile, am grinning like a fool.

Dean: We jump back in time, hook up with Samuel Colt, hunt the Phoenix, haul the ashes back home.

He sits back, satisfied. Done and done.

Bobby (incredulously): Time travel? That’s a reasonable plan?

Dean: I got a guy who can swing it.

Dean stands, bowing his head, and prays to Castiel. “Castiel! The, uh, fate of the world’s in the balance. So…c’mon down here.” *peek* “C’mon, Cas! I-Dream-of-Jeanie your ass down here, pronto. Please.”

With the tale-tell sound of fluttering of wings we’ve learned heralds an angels arrival, a woman appears. Blonde, almost regal looking. She actually looked rather angelic, I thought. Gentle, aloof, and then incredibly powerful all in a glance. Well, done, Show.

Dean: Jeanie?

Woman: Rachel. I understand you need some assistance?

Dean (with a semi-tolerant smile): We need to talk to the big Kahuna.

Sam: Where’s Cas?

Rachel: Busy.

Dean: Busy?

Rachel (looking increasingly perturbed): Yes.

Dean: We got a line on the Mother of Freakin’ Everythi—

Rachel: I’m sure your issue is very important.

Dean stops talking with his lips pursed around the last word he tried to say and is looking at her as though he’d like nothing better than to smite her himself.

Rachel: But Castiel is commanding an army, so—

Dean: So we get stuck with Ms. Moneypenny.

Rachel: So you need to learn your place.

Grrrr. I get my hackles up when people start talking about “place.”

Dean: I don’t know who you think you are—

Rachel: I’m his friend.

Sam: And you think we’re not?

Rachel: I think you call him when you need something. He’s fighting a war.

Sam: We know.

Rachel: Clearly you don’t or you wouldn’t call him every time you stub your toe, you petty, entitled little—

Cas (suddenly and quietly appearing): Rachel.

Dead silence. Castiel’s voice can do that to a room. It’s, uh, kinda cool. *grins*

Cas: That’s enough.

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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