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Stream of Consciousness, episode 4X14 review

SQUEE for DISH.

The boys were back where they belonged tonight, and boy did they look pretty, even if Kripke is a flippin’ evil genius with the reveals and timing of this episode.

There is something about Sam’s grin that gets me. Not in the same way that Dean’s does. Not at all. Dean’s alternately breaks my heart and curls my toes. Sam’s… has me swallowing hard and pulling into myself to protect my heart from his truth.

Good gracious this is an effing scary game of chess.


“Strippers, Sammy, strippers…an actual case involving strippers. Finally.”

I love Dean.

Plus? I don’t think I’ll ever look at my daughter’s Disney collection quite the same way. I mean, seriously, Jasmine? Aurora? Ariel? BELLE? Good grief. Throw in a flying carpet and some singing mice and you have the pervert’s version of the classic fairy tale. Heh. Someone on that writing team has a twisted sense of humor. *pets them*

Okay, I was all over the board with emotions in this one. I actually guffawed at one point, but mostly, I felt my eyes go dry as I stared at my TV, unable to tear my eyes away. And? I spoke harshly at the TV a lot. I couldn’t yell because the baby was asleep, but she was the only thing that stopped me because JeeeZUS.

I have to say they caught me up once more in the Red Herring. My gut led me right, but I was swayed by the convincing storytelling and the suspicions of Dean, ‘cause I’d follow him anywhere. Couple of random things before I dive into the deep end of my thoughts. I have three sisters and a brother, all younger. We are all HIGHLY emotional and the Irish in us lends itself to some pretty impressive screaming matches. Growing up, we could easily ignore each other and move around each other and let whatever injustices we perceived go unchecked for months, until something triggered us – a comment, a look, the unchecked borrowing of another’s jeans – and the fur would FLY.

Knock-down, drag-out, I mean, seriously, folks, it was impressively scary. And things were said that we actually really meant, way down deep inside where we don’t want anyone to actually look, but we wouldn’t have said them quite that way, with quite that force, in quite that tone had we not been so angry. But it didn’t make them any less true. And I think that’s what always hurt the worst.

I have to admit that while I like to pride myself in being able to see both sides, and admire both brothers for their unique qualities that they bring to this partnership, I truly felt for Dean in this one. The only thing I could see through Sam’s eyes was the possibility of feeling repressed for years… but I couldn’t really relate to him the same as I found myself relating to Dean. His eyes… they just look… broken.

The chess match that we’ve been watching this season kicked up a notch, and my jaw is actually sore from holding it so tense through this epi. I posted some thinky thoughts here the other day, and I’m soooo hoping that when it comes time for check mate, the brothers are standing side-by-side, looking in the same direction, and not facing each other.

Alright, back to the show. The opening murder scene was shocking, but you saw it coming the minute hubby came home late and wifey was beating the meat. Um, so to speak. With that big meet pounder thingy just laying out there, I watched their whole argument with my eyes squinted just waiting for it. GORE!

Dean sleeping is a beautiful thing. I’m sorry, but it is. I actually sighed when we saw him, relaxing into the couch and searching for the pause button just to hold that image a moment longer. Dean is woken by a passing semi and hears Sam on the phone, obviously suspicious, and tries to listen. When Sam hangs up, Dean fakes sleep rather well as Sam “wakes” him with news of their next hunt. And I think “gank” might be their new favorite word.

This time, suits equaled lawyers and not FBI as they visited the murdering husband in jail to try to get the whole story. His explanation? “I killed my wife because she made plans without asking me.” Yipe. My husband better not ever meet a siren, or I’m toast. What I liked about this scene is that it showed the boys did some previous investigative work pulling the credit card receipt and showing that hubster dropped 9 G’s at a strip club. Usually you get the impression that they go in somewhat blind and look for the answers. This time at least, they’d done a bit of homework. Nicely done.

“Dude. Her name was Jasmine.” *laugh* Did I mention that I loved Dean?

The minute Special Agent Sam Styles (heh) saw the doc, I suspected her. I did! She was too… I don’t know, cool. All “fun night, rough morning.” She was Ruby, just not demonified. She was everything Jessica wasn’t, and everything the New Sam, the post-losing-his-brother-to-Hell-Hounds Sam, the I-can-exorcise-with-my-mind-and-do-something-else-powerful-that-noone-knows-about Sam would be attracted to.

I didn’t like her.

Also, was Oxycotin the thing that Rush Limbaugh was addicted to? Or am I totally insane? Wait, don’t answer that 2nd question. Sam’s flirty, way-too-cute for his own good grin reeled the doc in hook line and sinker. By the time Agent Dean Murdock showed up, she was a goner. And the way Sam was giving her the eye, I couldn’t blame her. The boy was all chin-dropped, soft-eyed, small-smile… if he did it for me, that would work easily. Dean’s “you totally C-blocked me” had me chuckling. He can’t have all the women, poor lad.

So, the spell made the siren show up as someone “perfect—everything they want.” And if I didn’t have a problem with my body image before? Knowing that and seeing all these “exotic dancers” spinning around their poles sure helped that plummet. Lordy. Okay, so as per usual, Bobby comes through with a theory when Dean’s chat with the “ain’t my problem” manager comes up empty: sirens. This made me smirk a bit. I had a slightly different take on how sirens appeared and acted in Hear No Evil.

I have to say, though, I LOVED that Dean came back to Sam with a “Sirens as in Greek mythology? The Odyssey? Hey, I read.” Atta boy! Apparently siren’s read minds and become what you want. This little tidbit just makes me even more sad about the ending of this epi.

Oh, the double entandres in this epi… The siren’s relief at seeing Lenny: “I thought you’d never come.” *laugh*

So, we have another example of a siren-related death, only this time, it’s not a husband/wife, it’s a sick mother/caring son. Showing that it’s not just a romantic relationship that the siren wants to demolish, but the person its victim cares about most. Plus, we get to see an image of the SPN-version of a siren and it reminded me of something on an episode of the X-files – that sewer monster thing? Anyone?

Sam’s out, and Dean’s looking through books, unable to help himself as he stares at Sam’s forgotten cell phone. He dials a number that doesn’t have a name attached to it in Sam’s recent calls menu and Ruby answers. Dean hastily hangs up, but not before the gutted expression of betrayal ghosts his face. When Sam returns, it’s all “everything is fine, business as usual” but the tension between the two of them is building. Bobby calls with info, saying that what he’s found is “shockingly a little vague.” Heh. I love Bobby.

They have to use a “bronze dagger covered with the blood of a sailor under the spell of the song.” Well, right then, you knew how it was going to go down, but seeing it played out was so. Very. Painful.

They determine that the siren infects its victims with a supernatural STD (HA!) and Bobby cautions them that the siren will “wrap you in knots before you know what hits you…” It’s almost as if he’s either talking from experience or fear. And if it’s fear, it’s as if he’s trying to tell them remember who you are, and how much you matter to each other; don’t blame yourselves, don’t blame each other, just get through this.

Total aside – this is the 2nd time in my memory that they’ve had to use bronze to kill a being. The clown thingy (Rakshasa?) from the beginning of Season Two in ELAC had to be killed with a bronze dagger. And we all know that silver is a powerful anti-bad-guys metal. I wonder what gold would do?

Anyway, they run into a “real” FBI agent – Nick Monroe – when they go back to get some of the infected blood. This whole exchange between the “Agents” was fantastic – as was calling “AD Kiser” (HA!!) to sort things out. Bobby had like, what, 4? 5? Different phones? All marked for different ways he would need to answer. Have I mentioned that I love Bobby? That is one awesome touch. I wish they’d shown that before. Nicely done, show!

When the boys split up, Dean with Monroe (“I’m not doing this for you, I’m doing it for the girls!”) and Sam with Doc Kara, I suspected Monroe. He was just so… perfect! He not only knew what year the Impala was, he knew her engine. But then… we go back to Sam and Doc Kara is flirting with him hard-core and… I wavered! But then we’re back with Dean and Monroe doing shots in the strip club and Monroe knows the stats for Zeppelin’s “Nobody’s Fault But Mine” AND AC/DC’s “All Night Long.”

*Gaelic bites lip*

I should have realized when Monroe revealed the “something weird” about the flower that it was too perfect of a set up. But, I was distracted with the way that Dean eyed the Cassie-Look-Alike stripper across the room. Did you see his eyes go from “you’re not a total dick” humor to “you, me, darkness, sheets” in a second? The complete appreciation for that woman in one teensy glance sucked all the air from the room.

However, speaking of sucking the air from the room, Sam is back with Doc Kara who is flirting the ever-lovin’ pants off our boy. Pouring drinks, speaking in sultry tones, offering his Sam truth in small, easy-to-swallow doses: “Haven’t you ever been in a relationship where you really loved somebody and still kinda wanted to bash their head in?”

Uh-oh.

Sam, ever the aggressive love-makin’ man, answers her “have fun, no regrets, live life like there’s no tomorrow” salute by pressing her against the levelor blinds while removing that oh-so-cumbersome shirt. Holy. Crap. That boy has a NICE back. I think I squeaked a bit. The thing that worries me now that I know she wasn’t who I thought she was at that time is that she was totally speaking his language.

She may not have been the siren, but she was telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. Her “one day I looked up and I was living with a stranger” could have been pulled from his mouth, and you can see it tearing him apart from the inside out. Especially when we’re being led to believe that Doc Kara is the siren based on Monroe’s reveal about the hyacinth, Dean’s phone call to Sam and his “did you sleep with her? Holy crap, you did!” Dean calls Bobby saying that Sam was in trouble with such assertion in his voice that I didn’t even need to see Sam throwing the cell phone in frustrated, impotent anger, then staring at his reflection in the mirror with barely-suppressed rage to believe it.

Only now? I replay that in my head and I realize that Sam’s response to Dean certainty wasn’t a siren’s spell, it was the fact that the Doc was right and he hated himself for that fact. And, maybe in that moment, he hated Dean for saying “Madison, Ruby, Kara, what is it with you and banging monsters?”

Dean calls Monroe for help, and I actually find myself liking the FBI agent a little bit – especially when he calls Doc Kara “Dr. Quinn” (very Dean-like with the nickname) and says “You sure about that ‘cause it sounds like crazy on toast.” I should have known. When Dean admits that being trusted on his word was “nice to hear,” my heart sank.

Dean shares his flask with Monroe, only to find out one swallow too late that the siren’s poison is spread through saliva. And this siren? Wants Dean to get Sam out of the way so that they could be brothers. *gulp*

When Sam shows up in the hotel room to see Monroe sitting on the bed, I curled up in a ball and barely blinked. Dean holding Sam tight with a knife to his throat was bad, but having the siren tell Sam that it gave Dean what he needed – “You. A little brother that looked up to him. That he could trust.” – just had me caving in on myself. I wanted to watch this objectively, to see what I knew was coming from both sides, but I couldn’t help it – I truly felt for Dean and Sam honestly scared me. The siren basically hawked a lugie on Sam (gack), infecting him, and it was ON.

Dean: “When did it happen? When I was in Hell? Or when I was looking right at you? The Sam I knew is gone. (Gaelic’s breath hitches.) It’s not the demon blood or the psychic crap. It’s the little stuff – the lies, the secrets. You’re hiding things from me. We used to be in this together. We used to have each other’s backs.”

Oh, God, they are really going to kill me.

Sam: “You’re too weak to go after Lillith. You’re holding me back. (Ouch, Sam!) I’m a better hunter than you – stronger, smarter. I can take out demons you’re too scared to go near. You’re too busy sitting around feeling sorry for yourself, whining about all the souls you tortured in Hell. Boo-hoo.”

Here’s the thing. I heard Dean say “don’t go, come back to me” and I heard Sam say “I’m already gone.” And I wanted to grab the both by the scruff of the neck, like I used to do with my warring siblings, and shake them. Hard. This may be a spell talking, but the words? They came from somewhere real. And it’s those sentiments that they have to ultimately decide what they’re going to do about, because it’s those words, those feelings that’s going to turn them in the same direction, or have them face off again. This time for real.

The fight is vicious. More so than the one in “Skin” because it’s not a shapeshifter. It may be fueled by a spell, but they were hurting and lashing out and wanted to hurt one another because sometimes when you get to the end of your rope and the one that’s supposed to be there to catch you is walking away, you fight or fall. Sam is beating the ever-lovin’ crap out of Dean for a bit until Dean steps back to catch his breath and shoves his brother through the motel room door.

Sam lays dazed for a moment while Dean grabs the fire axe from the hallway demanding “tell me again how weak I am, Sam. How I hold you back.” Siren/Monroe is there telling Dean to “do it for him” and for just one split second I had a moment of hope that Dean would be able to overcome the spell and when he swung the axe it would be at the siren and not his brother.
But, Bobby saved the day, stabbing Dean with a bronze dagger and, over Sam’s protests, throwing it at the retreating siren, killing it. The boys come back to themselves, staring at each other ashamed and confused.

The end has us at the cars with Bobby giving them soda. Hee. I loved that little touch. His admonishment that one phone call would have told them that Agent Monroe wasn’t real was pure Bobby. But his assurance that “sirens are nasty things—that it got to you, no reason to feel bad” was more something a father might say. I loved that subtle reminder that they’re family, and whatever was said, while not forgotten, should be kept in context.

But it won’t be.

How can it? This isn’t the first time that Sam, while under the influence, has called Dean out for being ‘weak.’ In Asylum, he did the same thing, afterwards assuring Dean that he didn’t mean it. Dean’s words to Sam under the siren’s spell had been more of a plea than an accusation. It seems that Sam really believes that he’s better than Dean. And maybe, in some ways, he is superior. Strength, smarts, power. But I don’t think that his power is going to be the thing that saves them. After all, the meek inherit the Earth. I think they need to remember what Dean said: that they used to be in it together, they used to have each other’s backs.

And it’s not enough to stop a spell or kill a demon or salt and burn a spirit together. It’s not enough to work on the same project. They have to return to being partners again. They have to trust each other again. Or being brothers isn’t going to be enough to save them.

I hate that we have to wait three weeks to see how the next chess piece is moved.>
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