Okay, that's enough of that. "Rats!" Don't worry, hon -- I'm happy to say we have yet to hit our quota of violence and gore for this evening, so hold tight while we deal with Lenore, okay? "Okay!" So, the cow-sucker quite reasonably wonders why they had Castiel haul her undead ass all the way over to the Emporium, and Sam and Dean explain the whole Mother sitch. Lenore's not happy about that in the least, because she's been doing her best to avoid Eve for the last several months. The other members of her little teetotaling coven, you see, fled shortly after Mother rose from Purgatory, because Eve almost immediately started broadcasting a series of messages directly into her spawn's brains, quickly driving Lenore's lessers to drink. Lenore herself hasn't been entirely immune to Mother's insistent imprecations, and in fact recently found herself chowing down on some hapless sixteen-year-old she managed to lure into the hovel she'd been hiding out in, but Our Intrepid Heroes don't care so much about that as they do about the psychic connection Mother's established with her offspring. Does this mean Lenore knows where Eve is at this very moment? It does, and it also means Mother's likely eavesdropping on their conversation. "I might as well be a video camera!" Lenore moans. Bobby correctly notes this robs the gang of the element of surprise, but they vow to carry on as planned, anyway, and after Sam blurts out a bit of asinine psychobabble I'll not be bothering to transcribe, Lenore drops a dime on Mother's current coordinates: Grants Pass, Oregon.
Episode Report CardDemian: A | 1335 USERS: B
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