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Tippi Blevins: C | 5 USERS: B-
A Steaming Pile of Cacao

We the viewers get to Boulder before our intrepid but road-bound heroes do and find ourselves in the dark and grungy alley outside a strip club called the Bunny Hole. A scrawny guy with thinning hair loiters outside the back entrance, ignoring the posted sign that clearly says NO LOITERING. He looks nervous or maybe constipated... or both. The back door opens and a woman steps out in too-small platform heels, fishnet stockings and a liquid black dress that just barely contains her lofty bosom. The scrawny guy casts an appreciative look her way. "Randa," he greets her, rather shyly. She seems pleased to see him and saunters over to flirt with him. "Loved your performance tonight," he says. "Must take years of training." She cozies up to him and says, "Actually, I'm kind of a natural." She places her hand in the crook of his arm and leads him further into the darkness of the alley. At this point, we're meant to fear for this lady's safety, but then, as a shrill, discordant note plays, she shoves her admirer up against a wall. She rips open his shirt and dips down briefly as if about to embark on a little foray south of the border. Then her expression grows steely and there's a sound like a pork roast being tenderized and Randa's admirer grunts in pain. "Shh," she whispers and proceeds to rip out his heart, with jiggly arteries still attached. And that, boys and girls, is what happens when you loiter where you're not supposed to.

Holy crap. We're not even halfway through this thing. It feels like this episode is four hours long.

Somewhere en route to Boulder, Dean is behind the wheel while Sam looks miserable in the passenger seat. Dean studiously tries not to notice. "All right, case is coming together," he says. "Things are coming together. You and me? It's all good." He doesn't sound like he especially believes it. He sounds like he wants to believe it, wants to recapture the camaraderie of the road they once had, but it's just not there. He's talking to fill up the silence. Sam stares out the window and says nothing. "Hey, you thinking about organic tomatoes?" Dean asks. "I'm not thinking about anything," Sam lies. Dean tells a lie of his own, saying that he's at his best now that he's back to hunting with his brother. Sam suggests another possibility: "Or maybe you're at your best hacking and slicing your way through all the world's crap alone, not having to explain yourself to anybody." Ouch. "Yeah, that makes sense," Dean says. "Seeing as how I have so many other brothers I can talk to about this stuff." Well, you do have that one other brother, but he's off in a cage with Lucifer. Sam blahs about how they just want different things out of life and how Sam wants his time to "count" for something, because certainly saving people and ridding the world of evil are trifling things. Look, it's not wrong to want a normal life, but don't be a douche about it and don't belittle other people's choices. This all better be going somewhere different than the countless other iterations of "Sam and Dean don't see eye to eye."

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