Anyone who read my earlier post this afternoon? Ignore the part about not getting this done tonight.
I failed. And I know I should lighten up. And maybe by the time I finish this I'll have a different reaction. Let's find out.
I spent 45 mins of this episode trying to figure out the point. I have been able to find salvation in every episode—every one. I even liked Bugs. I know, I know, daylight and time frame and blah. But hey, I liked it.
Would I have been as bothered by this episode if I didn’t write fanfic? Who the hell knows. Because I can’t go back. I do write fanfic—and I enjoy it. I enjoy making up stories. I enjoy writing about the boys saying things at the same time and building up the angst of what compels them to do what they do. I love that car and their little personality quirks. Obviously, I’m not the only one, and I know I should have just shoved my tongue firmly into my cheek and taken the “convention” with a grain of salt, but… well, there you go.
I really tried to see the humor. And I laughed. I’m not that far gone. I did laugh. But enough, okay? Enough. We’ve had the Prophet and Becky the Super Fan and now the convention, so we’re covered. We don’t need to bounce off that 4th wall anymore. Just let the boys be out there hunting evil and let us pretend they’re real in that world. I mean, crimeny. Star Trek had rabid fans and conventions. I don’t recall an episode where a Super Fan found their way onto the holodeck. Just… let us be fans and enjoy. That’s all.
I tried to look at it this way: this is their (the Winchester’s) reality and these… exuberant convention goers are fans of Chuck Shirley’s book series, Supernatural. If I did that, then I didn’t want to find a way to hide under my couch while I watched.
So… what was the point of this episode? Besides some writer (who I didn’t take note of, sorry, Irish) showing us all how clever he/she is with the innuendos and the entire cast and crew letting us know that they pay attention to how into this show we all are? Here’s what I got.
1) Dean got some reaffirmation about the purpose of their lives and the uniqueness of his connection with his brother. It helped to cement his new-found balance and faith in their struggle against destiny.
2) Sam got a lead on the Colt from Super Fan Becky. Which I didn’t realize they were actually still looking for until they tossed off a complaint to Chuck that they have real issues to deal with. Like finding the Colt.
Really? The first we kinda got after Changing Channels and the 2nd? Could have been handled with a phone call. Even the creeptasticness of the kid ghosts didn’t do it for me. And kid ghosts usually do me in. Seriously. (Ha! *laughs at self*)
The only other possible point I got was the fact that “normal” people were exposed to ghosts and real ‘ghostbusting’ on a level larger than just one person here, one person there. And with the apocalypse breathing down their necks, it’s possible that the Winchester brothers are going to need help from “regular folk” down the road. And who better to help fight off devils than a slew of people who’ve read and know by heart their lives all the way from leaving Stanford to going to Hell?
So, since I don’t have a true stream of consciousness in me, I’ll just ramble as best I can. And I do, very sincerely, apologize that I can’t do better. But… there was laughter. And the previews gave me hope, as dark as they were…
And above all? Dean (our Dean… the real Dean) was a balm for the eyes.
A Pseudo Ramble
Okay, so here’s the first thing I wondered: where the hell did all these book fans find so many authentic-ish Chevy Impala’s?! Good grief. Not only that—they were 90% male fans. Male. I thought that was interesting. So… if you didn’t see these guys (meaning the pretty that is JA and JP)… if you just read about the characters… their story would seem to be more appealing to a male audience.
Huh. Food for thought, that. Especially for a writer, yeah?
Chuck apparently hearts Becky. Which is how she got his cell phone from his pants. (And did he lose his virginity to her?? Is that what he was referring to?? Ye Gods, Chucky. Step out from behind the computer once in awhile, man!) The LARPing was… creative. I mean for those individuals that set up this convention. I could see that being fun convention-wise. Go on a ‘hunt’ like that. And, hey, who doesn’t like Sizzler?
But… ack, I just had a hard time getting past things like Becky’s delighted squeal at Sam and Dean saying things at the same time. Mainly because I do like it when they do that. What?? I do! It’s a nice character quirk that just sets these brothers apart. Dude, I liked it when Rick and AJ Simon did it, too. *shrug* The whole FBI Agents with rock star alias’ and Dad’s journal… *sigh* I mean, I know that Chuck’s books were written based on the Winchester’s real lives. I get it. So, of course fans of those books would pick up on the same thing we pick up on.
I just… I don’t like this particular plot device to bring about the points I could see as purposeful for the episode. Sorry. I will try to continue this without harping on that.
Except, one last thing… WHY when they figured out that it wasn’t Chuck who texted them and it wasn’t a life-or-death situation… WHY DID THEY STAY?? I can’t figure out a plausible explanation for why they didn’t just say, next time you need us, send an angel and get the hell out of there. I mean, even after they heard the ghost story that set up the LARPing nothing real was happening until the German Hookman got killed. I suppose, ultimately, based on the last bit from Becky, it was good that they didn’t leave, but come on!
Okay, the first time I actually full-on chuckled was when one of the “Sam’s” was hunting for Letitia’s bones on the LARPing hunt, saw the creepy-assed ghost boy, and exclaimed, “HOLY MOTHER OF CRAP!” *chuckles just thinking about it* I mean, he got flung about by the ghostie, but still. It was funny.
It takes seeing a bad actor not act for the boys to engage in something they probably really shouldn’t have given a rat’s ass about and they figure out that the ‘ghosts’ in the hotel that the LARPing story was based on were real and had been seen in the attic by hotel staff. Fake Sam and Fake Dean (using ridiculously deep voices that had me shaking my head practically the whole time) follow our boys and while our boys encounter a creepy, scalped kid in the attic (who kept insisting his mother loved him), Fake Sam and Fake Dean find an old blue-print-map-thingy behind a picture.
Come to think of it—even the ghost story was a bit hinky. Scalped ghost boy said his mother loved him “this much” and revealed the gag-worthy bloody scalp wound. But… it turned out that Letitia didn’t kill her kid. The three freaky ghost boys scalped him. So… what was up with that, huh?
Fake Sam and Fake Dean run into our boys and after some chatter, our boys decide to ‘fake it’ and work with them, since they’re not going to be able to shake them. They use the map thingy to find the graves. On the way to the hotel (which used to be an orphanage, apparently) cemetery, Fake Dean and Fake Sam are exchanging actual lines of dialog—really angsty stuff that is hard to listen to in that way.
Dean cuts in with: “Why would you choose to be these guys? I think the Dean and Sam story sucks. Their pain is not for your amusement. Do you think they enjoy being treated like circus freaks?”
Fake Dean is like, dude, I don’t think they care ‘cause they’re fictional characters. But Dean cares. A lot. And that scene kinda helped me. ‘Cause I cared, too. So, they find the graves, dig up Letitia, Fake Sam and Fake Dean freak out. Letitia takes exception to being toasted and attacks, knocking Sam aside and doing the reaching-into-the-chest-for-the-heart thing on Fake Sam and Fake Dean. Dean torches the grave, and Letitia goes up in smoke.
Fake Sam and Fake Dean are shaken and stirred, but our boys feel that their job is done here, so they toss Chuck a ‘screw you very much’ and try to head out, only the doors (and windows) are locked. Of course. Long story short, it’s the kiddo ghosties that are the real baddies and they just torched the one spirit that was holding them in check. One Dead German Guy later and they’re keeping everyone—con goers and hotel worker people—in the same room while Chuck tries to keep them entertained.
And if that’s the best he can do? I’m already smirking at what his time on stage will be like in Chicago… The ‘outtakes’ from his on-stage Q&A at the end were cute. Especially when the brothers mimed killing themselves rather than listening to any more. I think my favorite was Chuck musing that the Benders wouldn’t make skin clothes, really. Maybe a skin scarf, but that was probably it… Hee.
Anyway, the brothers hatch a plan—send Fake Sam and Fake Dean outside to dig up kiddie graves and our boys keep the ghosties occupied. Dean uses the Hooters waitress portraying Letitia for the Con to distract the ghosts for a short time (following his “I got your back, this will work, I promise” with a cute mouth quirk of doubt), but he inevitably gets knocked around but good by the kiddie ghosts. Sam cuts through them with an iron fireplace poker and steps in to haul his brother off the ground.
Fake Sam and Fake Dean are digging graves and complaining about how the books make this seem easy but it’s not. Um… duh?? Chuck is boring the hell out of the people trapped in the room and the manager gets up to leave, knocking the salt line loose and encountering one of the kiddie ghosts wielding a knife. Complete with Six Million Dollar Man theme motion music, Chuck sprints in and uses the (apparently iron) microphone pole to banish the ghost, ordering someone to replace the salt line. Hee.
Becky is like, yowza. She apparently hearts Chuck right back, now. Good for Chuck.
Fake Dean is struggling to light the bones and says, “How come Dean can always light this thing on the first freakin’ try?!” Hee. Okay, that was a little funny.
Bones are torched, ghosties vanquished. Con goers are saved to
The wrap-up speech that touches Dean actually touched me a bit as well.
Damien (formerly known as Fake Dean): “You’re wrong. No offense, but I don’t think you get what the story is about. […] Our lives suck. To wake up every morning and save the world…. To have a brother who would die for you… who wouldn’t want that?”
Okay, writers, so maybe you do get why we have fallen so hard for the characters you created and the universe you put them in. Because you pitted regular guys against an impossible situation and you allowed them to react like human beings and yet stay close. I only wish I could have something like that with my sibs. Even one of my sibs would be nice.
But… they kinda took a bit of the shine off of Damien’s speech with turning he and Barnes into ‘partners.’ Not that them being lovers is weird—just how they presented it. With the hand holding and the head on the shoulder. Kinda turned a potentially good moment for the forward motion of character development into a parody of homoerotic awkwardness (especially since they mentioned that particular panel at the onset).
Sam’s ‘goodbye’ with Becky was… awkward. And God love her, she’s so earnest. I’m happy she has Chuck. She can burn off that pent-up Sam-passion on the Prophet. But Sam’s parting line to Chuck teased out a little grin from me. Starting off by saying Chuck could write more books, then jerking back the permission with, “No, not really. We have guns and we’ll find you.” Hee.
Becky gives Sam the clue by saying that Bela didn’t really give the Colt to Lilith like she said she did—she gave it to a hunter guy named Crowley (who Becky thought was Bela’s lover). Chuck never really thought to mention that, not being as big of a fan as Becky.
And the dissatisfied part of me says that he never mentioned it before because they just made it up so that they could justify this whole episode. Seriously—does anyone else remember Bela mentioning a Crowley? Or even the possibility of the Colt being given to anyone like that? ‘Cause I don’t. Then again, I’m not exactly a Super Fan like Becky…
There is a real guy named Crowley that was an occultist (among other things) way back in like… the early 1900s that was once declared “the wickedest man in the world.” Wonder if there’s any connection there…
Best moment for me was seeing Dean lean on the roof of the Impala with that little half-grin playing across his mouth, thinking back (I’m assuming) on the way other’s see their lives. The life he’d survived and more often than not struggled against was actually an inspiration to some people. Son of a bitch. *smiles*
Sam tells Dean he has a lead on the Colt, and they drive off.
So, the previews for next week look fantastic—and apocalyptic. Which, it’s about time, honestly. And since it’s the last episode before the (what is it, 6 weeks?) holiday hiatus, I’m betting they’re going to rip our hearts out a bit. And good, because I need to get my heart back into the game. I’d really like to remember what it feels like to be emotionally engaged with my hero. I do enjoy the humor—don’t get me wrong. But… that’s really not why I watch.
Okay, so now that I’ve relived it a bit, it wasn’t as bad as I thought. I laughed more than I realized, and while I still contend that the only points of the story that they truly brought forth could have been done so much differently, this is the way they chose to do it, and, well, what can you do but decide to relax and have a good time.
I think part of my reaction stemmed not only from being a fanfic writer—who is essentially exclusive to this show—but also because of Chicago this weekend. I am very much looking forward to seeing friends—and I’ve met so many through this fandom and genre of writing. Really wonderful, amazing people that I wouldn’t otherwise have had occasion to meet. And I’m looking forward to getting away from my life for a short time. And reveling in the fun that is mutual enjoyment of a piece of entertainment.
But I have this nagging… itch. I thoroughly enjoy the characters and the story. And I do truly admire the real people who work so hard to bring that about so that once a week for an hour, I can turn off the demands of my life and fall into a make-believe world that offers me a hero. But… there’s something about connecting the actor with the character in a real-life setting that has me squirming. Like crossing the streams in Ghostbusters. I don’t want to know much about the actor’s real lives—beyond the assurance that they’re decent people whom we won’t see a mug shot of anytime soon, y’know?
Once I start learning too much about their habits and proclivities, it makes them too vivid and it’s hard to get lost in the character. I mean, from the moment Tom Cruise jumped on that couch, I stopped being able to really enjoy Top Gun.
But that’s me.
I just need to get over it—get over myself, and go to have fun. Get my autograph and my picture. Say (if I can manage it) that it was nice to meet them. And leave it at that. Anyone who has someone they admire—from actor to singer to… race car driver—would want to do the same thing. And what’s wrong with that? Right?