Jeffrey’s all, do what you need to and Dean tells him that means they’d basically have to do it to him – basically asking permission to beat him up. Before Jeffrey can say much more, the demon pushes forward again.
Dean: Y’know, you’re right. We like Jeffrey. He’s a decent guy. And he just signed off on his temple.
Dean and Sam begin to torture it – both throwing Holy Water on it, burning it, both slamming punches against Jeffrey’s face. Honestly…I’m not sure what effect the punches would have on the demon. Not sure how the damage to the human body it inhabited would wear it down. Meg got shot in the gut and while she said it hurt, it didn’t slow her down.
But the Holy Water, that I could see hurting… I had to make myself think about when this was and what they were each willing to do and what they hadn’t faced yet… This was back before they had the Demon Killing Knife (because it was Ruby’s) or Sam using the Force (on a consistent level)…back when their concern about saving the innocent person was still bigger than their need to destroy the demon, but when they were starting to blur the line. Back when they had no concept of how big and pervasive the demon infestation was or would grow to, and before they knew all the ways to torture a demon beyond the means that would work on a human.
Anyway, the demon screams out a name – Merrick, down in New Orleans – and Dean immediately begins to Latinate and send the demon packing. Now I want a story about them heading to New Orleans after this Merrick….
Next thing we know, Dean has a very beaten Jeffrey in the back seat of the Impala (*squeak* IMPALA! *squeak*) and is rushing him to the ER. Jeffrey wakes, mumbles a question about Sam and Dean tells him that Sam’s back at the cabin cleaning up the ‘crime scene.’ He gets to the ER, pulls Jeffrey out of the back seat and gets him standing. He tells him he cannot talk about what happened. No demon talk. Coaches him to say he was mugged.
Jeffrey’s like, um, okay, thanks – but Dean’s already driving away.
And then it’s present day and they’re back in Coeur d’Arlene, Idaho. They open the door to room 113 (I have no idea why I noticed the number) of some random hotel room and both stick their heads in to look around. The way they entered the hotel had me chuckling. After apparently assessing that it was safe – albeit a tad gack-worthy – they head inside and Dean immediately gets a call from Frank. He hands Sam some police scanners and takes the call.
Frank is apparently the current plot device to say hey, we haven’t forgotten about the Leviathans, but they’re going to be hard to kill and Dick Roman’s a slippery sucker, so meanwhile we’ll focus on the MotW until the episode where we get so focus on the Levi’s again. Or, y’know. Something like that.
As Dean steps away to ‘handle’ Frank, we suddenly – after all this time – see Hallucifer again. I tell you, even though the previews alluded to his return in this episode, it was a bit of a shock to my system to see him just standing there again, dressed in his Nick clothes, all loose green T and flannel shirt combo. In the back of my mind – in all our minds, I presume – we knew that Sam still sees him all the time…hence the hand-rubbing. But it drove it home so much more to have him suddenly there. Made me sympathize with the sometimes short-tempered, bitchiness that Sam lays on Dean. And – in a way – made me feel more sympathy for Dean, as well.
Let me explain. To me, Sam’s visions of Lucifer are like a chronic disease. He can’t get away from it; there’s no cure. He just has to deal as best he can, and sometimes the ways he ‘deals’ has to change because the first way reaches a saturation point and is no longer effective. Meanwhile, he doesn’t want to be known as The Guy With Hallucinations Of Hell, he just wants to be Sam. So, he says he’s got it under control, he says he’s fine, he demand you treat him as such, and he does his best to live up to his claims, even when the pain/fear is overwhelming.
Meanwhile, Dean is the ‘healthy partner’ in this scenario. He knows that Sam has this ‘chronic disease’ and also knows there’s no cure and that his brother is going to have to find a way to survive it and is dedicated to not allowing it to take Sam out of the equation. But there’s really not much he can do. He can adjust how he works, he can keep an eye on him, he can ask him how he’s doing, he can give him the “Stone #1” to build on, but he can’t fix this. It’s the ultimate helplessness. He feels trapped and desperate and suffocated and scared and angry and obligated and committed and this crazy love undercurrents all of those feelings. (Not to mention he’s got his own crap to deal with.)
And he recognizes how badly Sam needs to feel normal, so he respects his request to let it go, doesn’t bring it up to be a constant reminder, and goes along with Sam acting fine. And…sometimes he probably forgets. When Sam’s been acting fine for a good stretch of time, it’s easy to allow himself to think that maybe Sam really is fine. Maybe he really does have a handle on it.
When the façade falls, it falls fast in this ‘chronic disease’ analogy. One moment “fine” is true and the next moment your world is falling apart and you realize that the chaos was simply waiting for you all along on the other side of a rice paper-thin curtain and the only reason you didn’t see it was because you didn’t want to.
So, I feel for Sam because keeping it at bay all the time every day is exhausting, and I feel for Dean because he’s trying to shore up the pretense for his brother’s sake and the tearing of the curtain is going to hit him hard. And those of you who know me well enough to know why I picked this analogy will understand when I say I’ve felt that impact.
Latest posts by Gaelicspirit (see all)
- Recap: Supernatural S7 Finale, “Survival of the Fittest” - May 19, 2012
- Recap: Supernatural, episode 7.22 – There Will Be Blood - May 12, 2012
- Recap: Supernatural – Episode 7.21, Reading is Fundamental - May 7, 2012