In Victor we can see some parallels to John Winchester as both men responded to their personal tragedies by developing such singleness of purpose that they frequently if not constantly failed to consider the consequences of their actions. While John did not murder Mary, he, like Victor, did take away Sam and Dean’s childhoods with his drive to find and conquer the demon responsible for her death.

What a good time I had watching the show last week. It followed the tried-and-true Supernatural formula: (good story + fun characters) x classic verbal zingers = entertaining tv viewing experience. That and all the talk of unicorns and Disney characters.

What happens when you cross a girl with a Doberman, or a girl with a Doberman and a witch? Well, that was definitely the question on Dean’s mind this week as the boys encountered an unexpected circumstance when they responded to a summons from James, a police officer who worked a case with them once.

Our show began this week rather like something from National Geographic or Animal Planet, as we were given a brief glimpse into the curious behaviors of Domestic Dean, a heretofore unknown creature of some guile and amusement whom it appears is quite adept at interior design and the culinary arts.

It’s nice to know that some things never change…and that some things do, like television writers. Otherwise this week’s episode would have been another bust, but thankfully, we had our good ole show back.

As a renaissance faire fan, I have to say that this week’s Supernatural was just some good, old-fashioned fun. What is not to like about Dean in chain mail, I mean really…talk about fantasy material. When Younger Sister saw him I thought she was going to rocket off the couch into the sky.

Family…don’t you just love how they interfere with your life, manipulate you, and impose their belief systems on you? What kind of family does those things, you ask? Well, a dysfunctional family for one, like one involving Sam and Dean.

It’s hard for me to care too much about Dean’s angst about purgatory because it feels a lot like Dean’s angst about hell or his role in the apocalypse or anything else in his life. What sort of catharsis can Dean (or us as an audience) get after eight years of just grinding him into the ground with no relief?