Moments later, Dean's facedown on an OR gurney while the nervous Ginormotron hovers somewhere far above him, delicately dabbing at the hole in Dean's back with wads of gauze until a nurse attempts to pass him a scalpel. "I don't know how to use any of this stuff!" he hisses at the still-conscious Dean, who snarls back that Sam nevertheless has to do something, and fast. And so, under the tenderly loving gaze of Sexy Yet Earnest Doctor Ellen Piccolo, Sam calls for "a penknife, some dental floss, a sewing needle, and a fifth of whiskey, STAT." A funky adult contemporary ovary proceeds to deface the soundtrack as Sam proceeds to operate successfully on his brother, and I mention this last in a string of ear-gouging ovaries they've featured over the last ten minutes for two reasons: One of her lyrics is slyly relevant to the situation at hand, and I can actually understand the words she's singing. "You embrace the essence of a soul that must have been sent here straight from Heaven," she bops as Sam reluctantly acknowledges Sexy Yet Earnest Doctor Ellen Piccolo's teary yet silent profession of love, and oh, show. Oh, clever, clever show. Meanwhile, while all that's going on somewhere behind his back, the floor beneath Dean inexplicably pulses with light as the noise of a crowd chanting in Japanese assaults his ears until the blue mats below him transmogrify into the...
Episode Report CardDemian: B+ | 2737 USERS: B+
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