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[oselle]

Let's just get this out of the way. Days like this, I love this frigging show. I love these guys. I love them with the big, stupid, devoted love of a Labrador Retriever for the family four-year-old. Just pure, tongue-hanging-out, slobbering adulation. I'd follow 'em anywhere, just wagging my tail. "Hey guys! Where you goin'? Can I come too?" *pant pant pant*

So while I'd love to say something really smart about this episode, I'm just too clouded by LOVE to think of anything particularly insightful. What follows are my big, stupid, devoted doggy thoughts.

Dean
Godamnit Dean Winchester, I love you. I love that you can sometimes seem so happy in spite of everything, I love that you're so full of life. I love you when you're banging your head to awful '80s rock. I love you when you're gargling, and may I commend you on your admirable commitment to dental hygiene? It explains a lot about how you have such lovely teeth even though you were raised like a savage on a diet of Lucky Charms. I love you sitting on the edge of your bed, tying your boots. I most definitely love you in the shower, covered in suds with that shower curtain prissily pulled up to your neck (you tease!). I love you ordering a pork-based breakfast with a side order of bacon. I love you in your new charcoal-gray suit and silky tie (how do you afford such beautifully tailored suits?).

But most of all, Dean, I love you dying. No, don't take that the wrong way. It's just that you're so bloody good at it. You know I've always thought you take a beating better than anyone. Well forget that, because when it comes to dying, you have no peers. Nobody does it better. Whether you're shot in the guts or run over by an old man or choking to death on pork-based breakfast meat or expiring over a toxic taco, Dean...you're just the best. How do you manage to make me laugh and cry all at the same time, and look so damned pretty while you're at it? Don't tell me. Some things are better left as mysteries.

Sam
Sam Winchester, I've neglected you and I'm sorry. You know I'm a one-Winchester gal. But you broke my frigging heart last night. All your efforts to save your brother, a hundred days of watching him die...how did you even hold onto your sanity, Sam?

And then when he was gone, really gone, and you carried on for three months by yourself? Sam, what can I possibly say? Could anything be worse than watching you do that job alone? Can anything be worse than seeing you without your brother? You didn't even look like yourself, Sam, I didn't even know you could look like that. You...sitting there, eating dinner by yourself. Making your bed. Barely holding it together. Just doing the job, almost senseless. Dude...you dug a bullet out of your own guts (good thing you have that rock-hard six pack) and you didn't even seem to feel it. Sam, I...I just have no words.

What was the Trickster trying to teach you? I think he was telling you that you're missing something. You're so focused on trying to save Dean that something's getting past you, you're not paying attention. You need to stop and think. You need to look at the big picture. Or maybe it's the details you're missing. Something, something. Is he trying to tell that you're missing something about your own destiny? Or maybe you're not seeing how you can really save Dean? I don't know Sam, but I think you'd better listen up. Tricksters don't torment people for no reason. He killed your brother 101 times because he wants you to see something. Think about it.

But before you do that...it's Wednesday. It's Wednesday at last and Huey Lewis is on the radio and Dean's alive. Thank God. Sam Winchester IF YOU DON'T GET OUT OF THAT BED AND HUG YOUR BROTHER...of course you do. Oh my God. Of course you do. And when Dean asks how many Tuesdays you'd had, you just say, "Enough."

Oh...SAM.

I just have nothing else to say. I love you guys. Where are you going? Can I come too?

Comments

[mews1945.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah, I knew I'd love this, and I do, I really really do, as Dear Sally would say.

Dean dying just about killed me. Beat him up. Cut him. Leave a ton of bruises that are gone two days later. But killing? Man, that's hard to take. He does have a lot of joy in living, but I think I'm seeing signs of cracking around the edges in Dean. Maybe I'm wrong, but it seemd to me that he looked a little desperate a couple of times.

Sam really broke out of that big, lolloping puppy mold last night, didn't he? He was a real warrior, sucking up the agony and keeping on because he had to get Dean back somehow.

I wonder what the Trickster is trying to tell him. You're probably right, and it's something Sam needs to see that's right in front of him.

Whatever it is, last night was one of the best shows they've had in a long time. I could feel Sam's desperation and the grief, and then the relief when he woke up and it was Wednesday. I could hear every fan girl in the world squeeing over that hug.

[oselle.livejournal.com]

As someone who loves the Dean angst, it was really quite disturbing to watch him die over and over. But HE'S SO GOOD AT IT that I just have to admire the artistry. My God, when he got hit by that car he REALLY looked dead.

I could hear every fan girl in the world squeeing over that hug.

Good God, was that the Squee Heard Around The World or what? And the way Sam just leapt out of bed and charged across the room and...oh my God.

[mews1945.livejournal.com]

As I said last night, I'd been waiting for that for a long time, and I know I was in good company.

[layne67.livejournal.com]

Dude...you dug a bullet out of your own guts (good thing you have that rock-hard six pack)

The nipple dude! Don't forget The Nipple!

And yes. WHAT is the Trickster trying to tell Sam? WHAT?

[oselle.livejournal.com]

Can I just say it was TOTALLY UNNECESSARY and therefore TOTALLY GRATUITOUS for Sam to slice his shirt open like that? Which of course meant that it was TOTALLY AWESOME. And made me realize that for all of his libertine posing, Dean Winchester is a TOTAL PRISSPOT because he can barely bring himself to so much as peel off a single layer for us when he gets shot, much less slit his shirt open up to nipple-level. Thank you, Sam. Maybe you need to have a little chat with your uptight brother, hmmm?

I wonder if this episode was filmed after No Country For Old Men came out. There's a wickedly graphic scene in that movie where Javier Bardem patches up his own bullet wound and this made me think of it.

[munibunny.livejournal.com]

Okay... Yeah. What you said.

[i-o-r-h-a-e-l.livejournal.com]

I love you

[i-o-r-h-a-e-l.livejournal.com]

Dean pays so much attention to dental hygiene... hee hee. Reminds me of Jensen in my fic. :)

[oselle.livejournal.com]

Eeee! Another Alec icon!

[oselle.livejournal.com]

Nope...save it for the Winchesters! They need all they can get, poor dears.