Recap: Supernatural, Episode 6.18 – Frontierland

The Sheriff arrives and waves off Darla’s claims that it was a ghost by pointing out the footprints. Darla’s adamant that it was Elias Finch and the Sheriff is says that the rope must not have killed him—he’d seen it before. He tells Dean and Sam that he’s going to form a posse and “string Finch up right, then put a bullet in his head for good measure.” He tells the boys to join them at dawn…but get some “real gear” first.

After the Sheriff walks out, the boys jointly decide to “pay their respects to Finch.” Which, of course, leads them to an empty grave. They come to the conclusion that Finch is the Phoenix—realizing as we do that they’re never really going to chase after an actual creature (just kidding). Dean tells Sam that he needs to go find Samuel Colt and help make history, since no one around Sunrise seems to know anything about Colt.

Dean is going to stay there and hook up with the posse going after Finch. Barely holding back a smile (and I swear, it’s the best almost-grin ever…for me putting Sam’s character-breaking smile at the end of BDABR in close 2nd), Dean says, “You know me. I’m a posse magnet. I mean, I love posse. (Here he almost laughs) Make that into a T-shirt.”

Sam: You done?

And in a moment that I can’t wait to replay (and then replay and then replay again), Dean looks down as if to compose himself, then looks back up slowly from beneath his hat brim with a kid-like grin to die for. It’s awesome. I’m laughing just thinking about it as I write this. Somebody. Please. Make me an avi. I’ll be eternally grateful.

Sam: Colt’s like 20 miles outside of town. How am I supposed to get there and back before noon?

Just then, we hear a horse whinny in the background—and I will say that for all its authenticity, this old west town was rather obviously devoid of equine influence. Or for that matter, people. It’s a very sparsely-populated town.

Dean: Ride ‘em cowboy.

They head to the livery (I assume) and Sam starts to approach the horse on the right. Dean stops him, holding the horse’s head still, and suggests he mount on the other side. Whew. As Dean soothes the horse, Sam swings his ridiculously long leg over the saddle and settles in, saying it wasn’t that bad, actually. Dean tells him to just take it easy, be careful.

Sam: 11 am, right?

Dean: Don’t be late!

Sam kinda/sorta rides off with what looks like one arm out for balance. He bounces a couple of times, then calls out, “I’m okay!” Hee.

Dean: That poor horse.

There’s a shot of a silhouetted, lone rider traversing the barren countryside at dawn (and riding pretty damn well) and we shift back to the dark town where the Sheriff looks like he’s trying to make a break for it before his own horse freaks out and bucks off as it senses the presences of Finch. The Sheriff tries to shoot Finch, but of course the bullets have no impact and then the Sheriff tries to apologize, which Finch just says, “Tell it to the Judge,” before he fries the Sheriff with his fire hands.

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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