We pick up immediately where we left off before Thanksgiving, with Bobby shot in the head, and Our Intrepid Heroes barreling through the night to reach Hammonton's trauma center before the rugged old hairball leaks his brains out all across the floor of some anonymous van. And then, things take a bizarre and unexpected twist when The TMI Cam -- borrowed once more from the sets of the many, many CSIs now littering the airwaves -- dives down into Bobby's sucking head wound to dump us all into the middle of last's episode's heavily armed trek through The Pine Barrens, where the boys plus Bobby once again stumble across the drippy remains of The Late Ranger Rick's late colleague. Fortunately, Bobby himself quickly realizes that strange things are afoot in The Wharton State Forest, and he drags Sam and Dean back to last week's hovel, where he manages to scribble down an urgent set of Leviathan-related numbers on a slip of paper before he flashes back first to the last argument he ever had with his wife before finally landing in the middle of a hunt he once conducted with the ever-welcome Rufus, who seems a bit more volubly Jewish in these flashbacks than he ever did in person.
But that's beside the point, I suppose, because it's at this juncture that Bobby runs into his very own personalized Reaper, who explains that Bobby's in a coma, likely to die, and is thus running through the "gin-soaked rat maze" of his brain in some sort of review of his life's greatest hits before he finally flatlines for good. Naturally, because Bobby must impart that urgent set of Leviathan-related numbers upon Our Intrepid Heroes before he dies, he enlists the aid of Flashback Rufus to trap his personalized Reaper in The Flashback Emporium, after which he and Rufus stomp off in search of Bobby's Worst Memory Ever. You see, according to Rufus, once Bobby confronts said Worst Memory Ever, a magical path will open from Comaland to the real world, which will allow Bobby to speak with the boys one last time. Just go with it.
So, Bobby and Rufus run through a couple more of Bobby's Greatest Hits until they reach the night when a ten-year-old Bobby shot his violently abusive father dead in the middle of The Emporium's kitchen, just as the nasty old drunk was about to wallop Bobby's hapless and God-fearing mother into the middle of next year. And, as promised, after Bobby finally reconciles himself with what happened that particular evening, the magical path opens, and Real World Bobby wakes up long enough to scribble those important numbers on Sam's gigantic mitt, after which he calls both Our Intrepid Heroes "idjits" one last, affectionate time before biting it, for good.
We think. You see, the episode ends with Spirit Bobby still squaring off against his personalized Reaper, so who the hell knows? There's every possibility he'll return in January as Angry Revenant Zombie Bobby, and won't that be fun? Huh?
Rattle, Rattle WE DON'T GIVE A SHIT ANYMORE THEN! There's a lot of Leviathan-related nonsense, here, but all you really need to know is this: Lag-ass Bobby got his damn fool-self shot in the head at the end of the last episode. D'OH!
Rattle, Rattle STILL NOT GIVING A SHIT NOW!, and it's the happy return of everybody's favorite TMI Cam from CSI! I mean, I'm pretty sure. They had to have made use of The TMI Cam at least a couple of times by now, haven't they? Though don't go expecting any relevant episode links from me tonight -- after six and a half seasons of this show, it's getting to the point where I can barely remember my own name at times, much less specific and specifically gruesome effects shots from episodes gone by. Well, except for that elevator chopping the Canadian security guard in half. And the beastie who went through the woodchipper. And Darling Sammy decapitating Gordon Walker with a length of razor wire. Good times, yeah? Sigh.
Anyway, where the hell was I before I meandered off on my lonely little trek down memory lane? Oh, yes: The TMI Cam snaps open with a vivid shot of the interior of Bobby's brain, then pulls itself backwards through the meaty little tunnel left therein by Mr. Roman's bullet at the end of the last episode until it emerges into the generalized evening-time gloom in the back of Our Intrepid Heroes' stolen van, where it lingers on Bobby's unconscious face for a moment. Darling Sammy leaps from the front seat to press a completely ineffectual handkerchief against the wound while Dashing El Deano calls Information for the location of the nearest hospital, and much time is spent on Our Intrepid Heroes screaming at each other as their shared sense of frantic panic rapidly escalates, and then Dean guns the van straight into this evening's...
...SNOT ROCKET!, and if you were wondering why my little trek down memory lane was so lonely, I might as well tell you now: Raoul completely abandoned me tonight. Yep, he shrieked something about final preparations for his "lavish annual holiday-season gala!" and just up and bolted about an hour ago. Frankly, I don't know if the dizzy lizard was telling me the truth, or if he's lying to me to cover for the fact that he's secretly upset we won't have Bobby Singer to kick around anymore after this evening. Oh, and don't go yelling at me about spoilers -- I let that little plot development drop on the site's homepage after all, so whatever. In any event, you're stuck with little old me and little old me alone for the duration of this recap, for whatever that particular warning's worth. I've a feeling this will be uncommonly brief.