Recap: Supernatural Episode 7.10 – Death’s Door

Rufus: What year is this? ‘89ish?

Bobby: Does it matter? I’m still stuck in Eternal Friggin’ Sunshine.

Rufus (nodding across the park): I was just thinking, man. You look pretty good there. Musta drank less.

We see a ‘younger’ Bobby walking across the green space with what would have been a 10 year old Dean. And it’s another good memory.

YoungDean: Where’re we goin’?

YoungerBobby: Where’s it look like?

YoungDean: Dad says I’m supposed to practice with a double barrel.

YoungerBobby: We’re going to skip the guns today. Today, you’re gonna throw the ball around. Just like a regular snot-nosed little jerk.

Rufus: For a guy who’d rather break his wife’s heart than give her a baby? You make a helluva nanny.

Bobby: Shut up. We need another door.

They head to a park building that has a door and Rufus is a dog with a bone about the kid thing. Bobby tells him that his dad was a mean drunk, so he figured he’d be just like him. Rufus tells him he’s too hard on himself – he’s more of a cranky drunk. They argue back and forth a bit more, Bobby telling Rufus to get off his ass, Rufus saying he’s just trying to help (sounding a lot like Dean and Sam might in 30 or so years).

Rufus: You want to get out of here, or you want to die?

Bobby: How am I supposed to know what I don’t want me to know?

He opens the door and he’s back in the kitchen with his mom and dad and the kid that’s been ‘haunting’ him (obviously YoungBobby) is there. Dad’s all sarcastic, mom’s obviously fearful of dad and is trying to smooth things over, make things nice.

Mom: Who would like to say Grace?

Dad: Hell with Grace. Pass me the biscuits.

YoungBobby goes to do so and accidentally knocks his milk off the table. He whispers a quick, fearful I’m sorry, but dad is already pissed.

Dad: What’s the matter with you? You break everything you touch!

Mom is on the floor, cleaning up the mess and asks quietly just to have a nice supper. Dad’s all, you want a nice supper? and shoves his plate off the table. “There’s your nice supper.” He takes a drink.

In the background, Bobby is looking angry.

Dad: I get no respect in this house.

Bobby glances askance at Rufus, then closes the door. Rufus says that was gnarly enough to go spelunking in, but Bobby says that was any given Tuesday night and says they’re in the wrong place. Rufus calls bullsh*t and says he can see Bobby’s scared. But then the world starts shaking again. They know that they can’t keep boppin’ through Bobby’s greatest hits; the Reaper is going to catch up. So, Bobby says they have to stop the Reaper.

Back in the real world, the doc is telling the boys that they have to wait until the swelling goes down to do anything and it’s hard to say how long that will take.

Dean: But he’s lasted this long. That’s something, right?

Doc: The bullet didn’t shatter. Only one hemisphere of his brain was impacted. Those are positive things. But I don’t want to give you false hope. He’s far from out of the woods. Most of the time in cases like this….

Sam: They die.

Dean suddenly looks twelve. Just…bereft. But not in the way that made me want to hug him, like Sam had. In the way that I knew if someone offered him just a hint of sympathy, he’d completely shatter.

Someone comes up and asks for Robert Singer’s next of kin, Dean goes to talk to him and it’s about organ donation. Dean’s face is clearly I cannot believe this sh*t. The camera goes in extra close to Dean in this scene, twice. It’s both disconcerting and arresting. Makes Dean look dangerous and close to unhinged at the same time.

Dean: I’m going to say this once. He’s not gonna die. It’s one bullet. He’s gonna be find ‘cause he’s always fine. Why are you talking to me like he’s gonna die?! I do my job. Do your job. Save. Him.

GUH. Oh, Dean. *rubs heart* Just…oh, Dean, you poor guy. I may be okay with losing Bobby to a hero’s death, but I’m really worried about Dean. *wants to cry* He works so hard to do the right thing, to put saving people over hunting things. Who is going to save him? It’s an awful big charge to put on his brother who is dealing with his own brand of misery. *sniffs*

Organ Donor Guy: Of course, they’re doing everything they can –

BAMMO! Dean punches the glass-covered display sign directly behind the guy’s head, breaking the glass and cutting his hand and making the OD Guy’s eyes go hilariously wide with fear.

Dean: Walk away from me. Now!

Dude rushes out so fast I thought there’d be smoke left behind in his wake. Dean is so tangled up in helpless anger, fear, and pain he can’t stand still. He heads outside. His hand hurts, and is bleeding, but he just shakes it. Then he sees a black town car parked outside and something in him just knows who it is. Oblivious of the camera phones and uploads to YouTube that could expose him as one of the ‘notorious’ Winchesters who is supposed to be dead, he charges up to Dick Roman’s car and basically calls him out.

Dick’s too smart to thrown down in a street fight with all the cameras, of course, so he’s all smarmy smiles and low threats. Dean, though, doesn’t care. He is torqued up and ready to kill something. To make something feel as bad as he does. He’s coming after Dick and Hell’s coming with him. He’s ready to seek vengeance and he doesn’t care who knows or how many cards he shows.

Dean’s dangerous like this – and it’s both toe-curling (because OMG he looked lip-bitingly good) and worrisome because he definitely looks like “the bigger bad ass” on the outside but we know he’s walking a very thin line and doesn’t really care what getting the job done will do to him. But he has to care now. Has to because if he gets himself killed taking these guys out, he’s leaving Sam quite literally alone in the world. And while I think Sam’s strong enough to find his way alone – stronger than Dean would be if he were the one left so alone – he still needs his brother, no matter what he says about Dean not having to watch out for him anymore.

They are each other’s balance, and they can’t lose that in a quest for vengeance.

Dean: We’re coming for you. Not just to hunt you. To kill you.

Dick: C’mon, Dean. I can’t be killed.

Dean: You’re gonna wish you could, then.

Dick: That’s some conviction. You’d really crush it on the motivational circuit.

Dean: You’re either laughing because you’re scared or you’re laughing because you’re stupid. I’ll see you soon. Dick.

*loved that*

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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