Dearest Demian,

Shut up, all right? It's going to be really hard to pick on this episode the way all TV undoubtedly deserves, because every time I watch it, I wind up in tears. I'm just a substitute, for heaven's sake. I have no imaginary gay Supernatural Dragon, and scared off the one available to me. I "weecap" a freaking sitcom. I am unworthy to recap the manipulative yet effective gut-punch that is this episode. What's worse? I've apparently caught a bad case of...PITY. But still? Shut. Up. I hope your shoulder heals soon and well.

Kisses,
Cindy

P.S. Is drunk dialing a regular habit of Raoul's?

Dean sits down next to a handsome and adorably clean cut young man, and asks him where the Hell he is. He replies, "Jaybird's Diner." Dean knows that; he thinks he wants to know city and state, but he actually needs to know year and date. When he finds out he's in Lawrence, Kansas, Dean's face separates itself from his body and screams, "WHY AM I NOT SURPRISED?" which, in my head, sounds surprisingly like Gilbert Gottfried. Luckily, the voice remains in my head, so the nice young man next to Dean is none the wiser, and kindly asks, "Hey are you okay, Buddy?" When Dean indicates he had a tough night, his charming counter-mate calls to "Reg," and orders coffee for Dean. What a sweet, thoughtful guy. You just know he's the kind of man who will always remember birthdays and Christmas. Dean takes out his cell phone and asks where he can get reception on it. His new friend laughs. "The U.S.S. Enterprise?" Dean gives him a look like, "What decade are you from?" Oh, Dean. Considering that you are able to identify all sorts of things that go bump in the night, and since you know it's likely there's angelic power at work, why hasn't it dawned on you that you've gone back in time?