Recap: Supernatural Episode 6.19 – Mommy Dearest

As Eve bends in pain, the Mary image is erased and she begins to…melt. Gray gunk flows from her scalp, eyes, mouth. She locks eyes with Dean and almost looks as if she’s pleading with him. Dean stares at her until she falls to the ground, the light inside her going out. In that instant, the Starship minions go nuts and start to attack just as Cas gets his mojo back.

Cas: Shut your eyes!

He raises his hands and zaps a brilliant light throughout the diner, setting off a car alarm with the force of the power. In the aftermath, Dean is sagging, kinda gray-faced, on the diner stool. Bobby and Cas are looking around at the dead monster bodies, and Sam is watching Dean.

Bobby (to Cas): We oughta take you on more monster hunts.

Sam: Hey, Cas, um, Dean’s bleeding pretty good.

Dean (hunched over, handkerchief to his neck, his voice shaking): I think she turned me into a Jefferson Starship. Could you clean that up, too?

Cas touches his shoulder and bam. All healed. Y’know, I knew they wouldn’t say anything because of the agreed-upon effort to not bring up anything that might jostle Sam’s wall, but all of this turning humans into monsters—and especially Dean getting bit—had to trigger a few reminders of the Vampire Incident. At least for Dean, I’d think.

Dean: We’re gonna go. Now.

Cas: Where?

Dean: The kid. The little kid is one of them.

Cas (with human-like exasperation): Unbelievable.

Dean: I know. You told me. Let’s just go.

He sets down the empty shotgun shell and Cas zaps them to the uncle’s house. I had a brief holy cow that’s a nightmare of a mess for someone to find in that diner thought, but I guess that’s a moot point now, huh?

They find the dead uncle and Dean is frustrated, understandably.

Dean: We killed the wicked witch and she still wins. They could’ve turned half the town by now. (to Cas) Don’t. Say it.

Sam and Bobby are looking around and Bobby opens the door to the basement where he finds the bodies of the two kid monsters. Dean wants to know who ganked them. Sam finds sulfur and says that it was demons. He looks up at his brother and asks him what he thinks.

Dean: I think demons don’t give a crap about monsters ‘tweens unless they’re told to.

Sam: You think she was telling the truth?

Cas: Truth about what?

Dean: She said Crowley’s still kicking.

Bobby is watching Cas, who looks convincingly baffled.

Cas: But, I burned his bones…. Was she certain?

He’s is SO believable here, in fact, I doubted my loudly declared assumption of several minutes prior. No eye-averting, no clipped speech. Just baffled.

Dean: According to her, he’s still water-boarding her kids.

Cas swooshes away to investigate before anyone can say anything. Bobby and Sam exchange a knowing glance and move away from the bodies. Dean sees this glance and is all, what?

Bobby: How did Crowley get away? It’s not like Cas to make mistakes like that. Unless he meant to.

Sam nods slightly.

Dean: Bobby, this is Cas we’re talking about. (he looks at Sam) Do you believe this? (Sam is quiet) Sam?

Sam looks pained…and slightly guilty for doubting their friend and having to say so to Dean.

Sam: It’s probably nothing…it’s just…no, you’re right. It’s probably nothing.

See, I think he almost-but-not-quite remembers something. And I think in one of these last three episodes, the fit’s going to hit the shan and when the wall comes tumbling down, Sam isn’t the only one who is going to have to deal with the memories stored there.

Dean looks at his brother, then looks away his expression extremely uneasy.

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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