Recap: Supernatural Episode 7.11 – Adventures in Babysitting

Over at the Chambers’ apartment, Dean shows up, looking for clues to find Sam, and tells Krissy to wait in the living room because he doesn’t think her dad would want her to know everything about him. He’s short with her, not in the mood to have to take care of someone else’s feelings right now – not when Sam’s in trouble. But Krissy reveals that she knows all about the life of a hunter – she just snowed Sam because that was how her dad coached her: let the adults work it out.

She’d taken down her dad’s ‘wall of weird’ in the closet and burned it, leaving Dean with little choice to get the information he needed to figure out where Sam was. He demands her to give the information to him but instead, she pulls a gun on him, making him sigh with a really? expression.

Dean: I get it. You’re a tough kid. But I’m trying to get Sam and your dad back.

Krissy: My dad left and he didn’t come back. Sam left and he didn’t come back. I give you the info, you don’t come back.

Dean looks at her with that same expression he had back at Frank’s – as if he can really hear what she saying. Not just her words, but what’s behind them. The nights alone, the fear of not knowing as well as the fear of a truth the majority of the world doesn’t believe.

Dean: I’m coming back.

Krissy: I’m going with you.

Dean: No. No. HELL no.

Krissy: I’m coming or you’re not going.

Tiring of having a gun pointed at him, Dean whacks it out of her hand, taking it for himself, and then she tells him that she memorized the info – the only way he CAN get it is to take her. So she goes. In the front seat of the Skylark, she turns to him with a question. He gives her this sidelong glance that would have MELTED ME INTO GOO had I been her. Srsly.

Dean: Here’s the deal. I’m a fun guy. I’m actually awesome. But right now I’m not in the mood. I’m neck deep in some serious crap and if this wasn’t an emergency, I’d drop your ass off at the nearest mall.

Krissy: What serious crap?

Dean: Revenge crap. Shut up. Eat a cookie or something.

Krissy puts her earbuds in, then after a moment says, “One thing doesn’t make sense. My dad’s a great hunter. And your brother is the size of a car. So…how did this thing get them both?”

Dean tells her that vetala’s hunt in pairs. Both her dad and Sam assumed it was one thing hunting solo because they had the wrong info…even though it was the best available. He says that their dad took down a loner years ago and Sam has his journal – Chambers had to be going on similar facts. Dean, however, knows differently because he hunted one that turned into two a few year back. (Aaannnddd…now I want to write that story.)

Krissy gives him hell for not telling Sam and Dean scowls at her.

Dean: Sam was away at Stanford, smartass.

Krissy (open-mouthed): He went to college? I though you said your dad was a hunter.

Dean: He was. We were. Sam quit, went to college.

Krissy looks slightly shell shocked, absorbing the fact that one might actually quit this life. Go to college.

Dean: You could, too. Go to college. Be a hunter-slash-pediatrician.

Krissy half-smiles. And I wondered about the path of Dean’s thoughts at this moment. How he’d always wanted Sam to stay a kid. How he’d never wanted Ben to see the life he’d led. How important it was to him for kids to actually be kids since he never got that chance. And this life? Was the reason.

Back at the Vetala Garage, Sally comes in to feed and goes to Chambers. Sam, knowing one more feeding will completely drain Chambers, taunts her about the vetala he killed in Utah – how he tied it up and cut her up and enjoyed every minute of it. Sally feeds off him instead, grabbing his head and exposing his already bloody neck, his eyes rolling back as her venom takes hold.

At the Truck Stop Diner of Doom, Dean and Krissy are sitting out in the Skylark, scoping the place. Dean asks her if she’s actually worked with her dad, not just shooting cans in the woods. She’s all, “I help all the time.” He looks at her like, don’t con a conman.

Dean: So, no. Right about now, your stomach should be pretty knotted up.

Krissy isn’t going to let him shake her resolve so she gives as good as she gets, not letting Dean get a leg up in his “this is serious crap, kid” argument. She’s sarcastic and sassy and…well, pretty much like a lot of 14 year olds I’ve met. Dean thinks she’s scared and says she’s not a good actress. She tells him she’s been training for this her whole life.

His face flinches a bit at those words and he turns a stony face in her direction saying that training is one thing, doing is another beast. During a lull in their argument, Krissy notices Sally taking a trucker to the back of a semi while Blondie climbs in the cab.

Krissy: Why is that waitress getting in that truck?

Dena: I’m not explaining the R-rated crap to you.

HA!

Krissy: The front of the truck.

So, they follow the truck to the Vetala Garage and Dean’s all, “nicely done,” *fist bump*…only apparently they don’t fist bump anymore (I missed that memo…Shawn and Gus do it all the time!). He charms her into bumping knuckles then sleight of hands a pair of handcuffs, locking her wrist to the steering wheel. She calls him a jackass.

Dean: I’m the jackass who ain’t bringing a kid in there. Period.

He promises to bring them back and Krissy’s like, they are probably dead. It’s been days. People die. She watched her mom get torn to shreds. Now, she thinks her dad is dead and she wants to kill the monsters that did it. Something Dean can definitely understand, and he almost gives in.  But then he demands she give him her lock pick and goes inside.

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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