by Sylvia Bond – Remember Sam? The guy who’s story we’ve been given such a paucity of so as to render him almost invisible? Yes. Him. Sadly, Show mucked about for most of the ep wasting time telling someone else’s story, namely that of the Soap Angel.

by Sylvia Bond – Here’s the plot. Something is digging up dead bodies in Windom, MN, and the boys go to investigate. In addition, there is evidence of Dad Sex and John Winchester’s failure to keep it in his pants.

by Sylvia Bond – Show bit off a very big bite with this one…The fun part was in not knowing exactly what Show was doing until the very end, where the riff takes a very sharp turn. But before that, there was lots and lots and lots of really entertaining Sam and Dean togetherness, and a fangirl can’t ask for more than that. (But we do anyway.)

by Sylvia Bond – There were a whole lot of commercials, too much angels talking, and not enough boys angsting and emoting. Not enough of the boys, period. What was good was very good, and what was not was boring.

by Sylvia Bond – Let’s start with what’s most important about this ep and that is the trim, lean length of Sam’s physique. I’m not kidding

by Sylvia Bond – I have a fondness for brotherly interaction, as you know, so this ep, with the Cain and Abel overtones, the spying and the lying, a whole mess of discord, not to mention a gig that takes such an interesting twist towards the end there, really worked on many, many levels. Why, I’d say it made me fall in love with Show all over again. And falling in love is such a nice feeling. All those oxytocins, does a body good and stuff.

by Sylvia Bond – This was an episode that I waited for with more anticipation than I normally do, seeing as it was to contain flashbacks. I have a thing for them, you see, a rather whorish, desperate addiction for getting a peek into someone’s past, seeing them as they were, not quite molded, not quite there, not quite aware, young, innocent, and all done up in the sepia tones that TV shows reserve for flashbacks. Show came through for me in most respects, I’d say, giving it the old college try, or, to quote Sheldon from Big Bang Theory, the old community college try.

by Sylvia Bond – I know the rest of the world has moved on from this, but every single time I see Barry Bostwick in any role, I immediately picture him in fishnet stockings, a black corset, with a feather in his hair, floating on an inner tube in a swimming pool with Tim Curry, who is similarly dressed. I know, I know, Barry has worked hard to move on from this interesting role, selected when he was young and inexperienced, but when you’ve seen The Rocky Horror Picture Show as many times as I have (and my numbers are in the respectable range), that image of Barry and his beautiful legs becomes emblazoned in your brain.

by Sylvia Bond – Day to day life means I’ve got Stuff to do; Show is my break from Stuff, and ever since I unplugged from cable (and my viewing choices are, by intent, severely limited), I’m really counting on Show to come through. Is that a lot to put on a TV show? Maybe? You think?

by Sylvia Bond – There’s something intriguing at the prospect of being able to see how your life would have been different if you hadn’t been in it, or if different things had happened instead of the ones that did, or any combination of the above where you get to see how much impact you had on the world. Because that’s what everyone wants, isn’t it? To know that we mattered in some way, that we were visible, that we left a mark? Thus follows this ep wherein a djinn allows Dean to have this very experience.

by Sylvia Bond: Show has a tendency, as do, I presume, most shows, of offsetting heart wrenching episodes where someone we care about dies with funny, goofy episodes where tons of people die, only no one cares so as to soften fangirls up for the kill, which they present in the form of another heart wrenching ep. Such is the dark humor of Show.

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