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.