Sam says he’s going to go look for the barn. Dean says he’s going to check out the bar.
Sam: To work or drink?
Dean (with an open-armed shrug): Haven’t decided yet.
He rubs his face as he turns away and my heart panged a bit. Watching him slip slowly like this is harder than when he broken down in tears about Hell. It’s hard to see him cry, but harder to see him with a pain too deep for tears.
Sam, frustrated, goes back up to the hotel room to try to convince the old guy to come with him, but that dude ain’t budging. The people he killed, you see, are waiting for him out there. Sam wants him to help find the barn.
Old guy: It’s red. It stands out.
So, Sam puts him in a chair, surrounds it by salt, hands him a remote, and tells him to stay put.
Over at Neal’s Tavern, Dean bounces off of a guy on his way to the bar—who we later learn is our MotW—and sits down to order a double whiskey shot from the pretty blonde bartender named Mia. He flirts, telling her now he knows why everyone comes here, then says he’s got a few questions for whomever works the nightshift – says he’s a cop. She believes it, saying he looks like he’s seen some crap.
Dean downs his shot, orders another.
Mia: Love, life, or job? Two quick doubles, it’s something….
Dean tap dances. Not like, literally, but…you know what I mean.
Mia: Hey, I’m a captive shrink with unlimited alcohol.
She pours herself a shot and tells him she gets curious about other people’s problems…on occasion. Her phrasing brings his eyes up and compels him to use her as his confessor. I never really decided if I felt like Mia was just a pretty bartender who got people to open up, or if she was some kind of Osiris antennae. She seemed suspicious, but also…too obvious.
Dean: You ever do something behind someone’s back ‘cause you had to and then…
Mia finishes his sentence, saying he feels bad about it. She then absolves him by saying if he had to do it, why feel guilty, right? Doesn’t make sense.
All this guilt talk had me shaking my head at myself. Telling someone not to feel guilty is like telling a mother not to worry. It’s not something one can necessarily control. We all have our own barometers. I feel guilty if I don’t reply to an email right away, or if someone asks me to do something that I literally cannot do and I let them down. I feel guilty if I support something politically that my family does not. Guilty guilty guilty. It’s all about who you are to yourself and how you perceive others see you. It’s not a switch everyone can just…turn off.
Dean tells Mia that if they got into why he felt guilty there wouldn’t be enough room for all the worms from that can. He orders a 3rd (my head was swimming at the thought of 3 double shots) and Mia tells him to slow up.
Dean: The more I drink, the more I tip.
Mia: I’m off in an hour, so don’t pass out on me.
Dean switches to beer. Heh.
Out at the Apple Farm, Sam finds the barn and heads inside doing that flashlight, gun, cross-hand maneuver. He looks…really young, actually. Worried. He finds the red dirt, and just then, Bobby calls from his car. As per usual, he’s found out what they’re up against…somehow. I swear the man is part wizard. Or something.
The symbols the Old Guy wrote down were Egyptian and found in the Book Of The Dead (which, um, Bobby, I thought you weren’t supposed to read from that…didn’t you see The Mummy?). Turns out they’re up against Osiris, an Egyptian god who is judge, jury, and executioner. He can see directly into the human heart and weighs the guilt you feel (doesn’t matter if it’s justified, just if you feel it) against the weight of a feather. If the feather loses, you die.
Bobby tells them to get out of Dodge.
Bobby: This guy hones in on people that feel guilty. Who does that sound like to you?
So, I totally get the need to pace things out, explore the story, all of that. I’m all for it, actually. But I just can’t help but think that the only two people Dean has left in the world agree and recognize that Dean is suffering and in denial about it and are just…watching him. I know I basically gave Sam a free pass about this several paragraphs up, and I am not saying they should be doing “X” instead of what they are doing. I’m just…observing. And frowning. And that’s pretty much it. Right now.
Outside of Neal’s Tavern, Dean is waiting for Mia and giving himself a pep talk. Heh.
Dean: Nothing but a ground ball. Just gotta put your mitt down. You are Dean Winchester. This is what you do.
(Aside – my husband found that rather funny…. )
His phone rings, but as he goes to answer it, he walks off screen and we see in shadow as something grabs him by the back of his coat and jerks him off his feet.
Sam, still at the barn, is barking into his phone, “Dude, this is the 3rd message I’ve left. You better not be loaded. This is important.”
The phone rings back almost immediately, but his relief is cut short when Mia answers, saying she found the phone on the ground and had been waiting there for 10 minutes for Dean. Sam heads to where she is. Which is kind of a wasted trip…he could have just asked her if there was red dirt anywhere around and hung out, waiting, in the barn. But…eh, it worked better this way I guess.
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