...the kitchen, where grievy Mama Griffith's pouring herself a hearty tumbler of healing booze. Mmmm. Booze. "Shall I fetch you a flagon?!" That's very kind of you, Raoul, but I should hold off until this is finished. "Well!" Raoul huffs. "You're no fun at all!" Oh, by all means, help yourself, but I'm afraid I can't join you until the draft's done, which apparently is a depressing 25 minutes of show time from now. "That's ridiculous! Why are you dallying!? Chop-chop!" I'm doing my best, my scaly friend, but to be frank, you're certainly not helping, so why don't you go fetch yourself that flagon, and I'll warn you before the violence arrives? "Thanks! I believe I shall!" Excellent. Now, where was I? Oh, yeah: Grievy and her vodka. Ghost Cole gazes sadly upon his drunken mother's sodden form for a moment before turning to narrate the events of his untimely demise for Our Intrepid Astral Projections' benefit. Long story short, the cold weather triggered a fatal asthma attack, and here we are. Ghost Cole, naturally confused by it all, rejected his Reaper outright during their initial encounter immediately after his death, but he lucked out, as it were, for soon after that rejection, a roiling cloud of bitterly black demonic goo invaded his house, only to vanish just as quickly as it had arrived with the Reaper in tow. Ghost Cole has no idea where the Reaper is now, but he does know where that cloud's been hanging out for the last couple of weeks, and he's about to spill when... every single light in the house starts buzzing and blinking and flickering on and off! DUN! Even Grievy McDrunkface notices the electrical riot through her booze-hazed funk, so you know it must be pretty bad. In any event, before Astral Sam 'N' Dean have had a chance to do anything, Ghost Cole's blinked away in fear, and a shadowy white form rips through the front door to fly up the stairs to the second floor. "Another Reaper!" Astral Sam shouts, and he and Astral Dean storm through the parlor to confront the thing, but both end up standing with jaws agape at the bottom of the stairs when The Reaper presents herself to them. Yep, "herself," because it's Tessa from "In My Time Of Dying," which we knew, because they announced her return in the promos, but it's nice to see they remembered Dean's mind-wipe of that entire episode, because when she greets him by name and he wonders what gives and she smilingly assures him, "We go way back," The Manful Ducky Lips Of Holy Crap Who The Hell Is This Chick? get a chance to extend all the way into the METAL TEETH CHOMP!, which is most grateful for the gift, indeed. "And who wouldn't be, I ask you?!" Wise words, Raoul. And how are you finding your flagon? "With my mouth, of course, you silly man!" Never mind.
Episode Report CardDemian: A- | 2025 USERS: B
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