Woooo! Whackjob Gordon's back, and this time it's personal, as he abducts Dean in an attempt to lure Darling Sammy into an abandoned crack house for a little Winchester slaughterfest. But first things first, I suppose: The Big Fat Hairy Secret! Revealed! And it's really, really boring! Basically, Daddy Shut Up warned El Deano that The Ceiling Demon's got special plans for Darling Sammy, or something, and if Dean doesn't carefully ensure Sam remains on the path of righteousness, Dean'll have to kill him one day. Um. Duuuuuuuuh. We knew that already!
In any event, armed with this newfound bit of information, Sam throws a tremendous snit and huffs off on his lonesome, dropping by Harvelle's for a little intelligence gathering with Ash and Ellen before heading off to Indiana to research the murder of yet another of The Demon's super-special mommy-free kids. Meanwhile, a Peoria-based super-special, mommy-having, Sammy-like, and entirely awesome psychic named Ava's been dreaming of Sam blowing up into a thousand gory bits, so she motors over to Indiana to warn him. They end up working together to unravel the murder mystery, which is when Gordon makes his appearance, shooting up Sam's motel room before absconding with El Deano to the above-mentioned crack house to bore the chair-bound Dean with a lengthy dissertation on the nature of evil, or some such bullshit. But none of that matters, because Sam -- knowing of the trap Gordon's laid for him thanks to Ava's mad precognition skillz -- skillfully avoids a gruesome dismemberment to thwack Gordo unconscious, and then? He and Dean scamper away just in time to watch the local police -- whom Sammy called with an "anonymous tip" -- arrest Gordon for all sorts of weapons violations and the murder of the super-special mommy-free kid. Whew!
And then it all ends on a deliciously ominous note when Sam and Dean roll into Peoria to check up on Ava, only to find her fiancÃ© lying in a puddle of his own blood, their bedroom littered with demon-related sulphur, and Ava completely gone missing -- save for her engagement ring, which poor little emo Sammy finds abandoned on the carpet. I cannot wait to see what happens next. Hooray!
Crackle, Crackle THEN! "You know the truth about Sammy and the other children?" OH, MY GOD, YES. YES, WE DO. Shut UP, Mr. Ceiling Demon! Um. Sir. Please. If, you know, you sort of feel like not talking for a little while. Sir. Ahem. What I'm trying to say is that Frederic Lane's yellow eyes still creep me the hell out. In any event, Shut Up Daddy LIES to Sam, and then El Deano LIES to Sam some more, because Shut Up Daddy and El Deano are LYING LIARS WHO LIE. We next jump back a year ago so Sam might chat with Max The Homicidal Telekinetic once more about how super-special they and all of the other survivors of The Great Mommy Immolation Of 1983 truly are. Finally, we skip forward to Sam admitting the truth of it all to the fabulous Ellen Harvelle. "The Demon said he had plans for people like us," Sam warns her. "What kind of plans?" Ellen demands. "We don't really know for sure," Sam confesses, slightly abashed, as all the imps of Hell wail down the soundtrack to slam into the...
...Crackle, Crackle NOW! The image of a microcassette recorder pushes through the flaming lettering as an off-screen gentleman's voice gently leads, "Don't be afraid, Scott -- you can tell me anything. You know that." The camera's panned past the recorder to reveal it's resting atop a manila folder labeled "Private & Confidential Dr. George Waxler M.D. Patients Log." "Whatever you say," this evening's good doctor continues, "won't leave this room." The camera continues along to travel up the rumpled form of an extremely haggard-looking young man slumped on the good doctor's overstuffed sofa. "It started a little over a year ago," Scott begins, training his sunken eyes on the good doctor. "Migraines at first. Then I found I could...do stuff." Scott's right knee involuntarily shudders up an down beneath his hand at that, which is a nice little touch. An even nicer touch involves the opening bass line of "White Rabbit" hitting the soundtrack simultaneously with the confession and the knee jerk. "What do you mean, 'do stuff'?" the good doctor inquires. The militaristic rat-a-tat-tat of the song's drum enters to join the bass line as Scott admits, "I have this ability." The song's primary guitar line twangs into our ears as Scott elaborates, "When I touch something, I can electrocute it if I want." The camera leaps behind Scott to give us our first, blurry glimpse of Dr. Waxler through the office's aquarium as the trippy primary guitar line threatens to hurl those in the audience who were so inclined to indulge in their younger years into an acid flashback. "How do you know?" Waxler quite reasonably wonders. Scott takes a moment and averts his eyes uncomfortably before allowing, "I did it to the neighbor's cat." "It's, uh, insides," he continues uncomfortably, "fried up like a hamburger." "Delicious!" shrieks Raoul The Big Gay Supernatural Dragon, whose self-imposed diet as of late precludes the occasional indulgence in such tasty treats. "Not that anyone needs to know," Raoul huffily sniffs in my direction before adding, "but the holidays were more than a little beastly on my waistline. Now, can we stop nattering about my eating habits and get back to this delightful little scene?" But of course, Raoul. Anything for you.