We open with "The Story So Far," an awesome montage set to the tune of Kansas's "Carry On My Wayward Son." I am nearly convinced that this has been a jam-packed season. I love a montage. Next time you want me to do the dishes, but I don't feel like doing them, just compile a montage of the fun times people often have while washing dishes and I'll totally be your bitch.
Short-Lip Meg is back and still slashing throats. She first takes care of Pastor Jim (who lives in Blue Earth, Minnesota, home of the world's largest statue of the Jolly Green Giant, which, incidentally, I have stood on, trying to peek at what's under his oversized leaf toga). Poor Pastor Jim.
John finally explains to the boys all he knows about the Ceiling Demon. He's tracked it around the country, it goes after babies that are exactly six months old (except Jess, I guess), and it is always preceded by various natural signs. Sam finally puts it together that because the demon visited the Winchester house on the night he turned six months old, it was probably after him. John has identified Salvation, Iowa as the next town the demon will visit, and when Sam's visions conveniently return, it's easy enough to figure out which family is about to get burnt to a crisp. So, the Winchesters are readying for the final fight when Short Lip calls, lets John listen to her kill Caleb, and then threatens to kill more of John's friends if he doesn't bring her the Guaranteed to Kill Anything Gun. And, so he goes. Which is...peculiar? Especially because his big plan is to just bring her a fake of the Guaranteed to Kill Anything Gun, so the boys can keep the real one to catch the Ceiling Demon that same night.
John hands Short Lip the wrong gun, and though she can intuit wherever John happens to be in the country, she can't tell it isn't the real gun, so she hands it to some soap actor emerging smirkily from spooky dry ice. He grabs the gun and shoots Meg while John just stands there, until the three dullards realize that Antonio (or whatever) has just proven that the gun isn't the real one.
Which is really no big deal because when it's demon time in the nursery back in Salvation, Sam shoots at the Big Bad with the Guaranteed to Kill Anything Gun, but it doesn't seem to work. This is why there should be truth in labeling. Sam and Dean do manage to drag the family out of their burning house in time, and then call their father to give him the good-bad news, only to have Meg pick up his phone to tell them they'll never see John again. To be continued...
Sweet lord, do I love a montage.
In Blue Earth, Minnesota (home of the world's largest statue of the Jolly Green Giant, which begs the question whether there are other, smaller statues of the Jolly Green Giant), a priest stands at the altar reading the bible or some other old book. This is clearly Pastor Jim, but the church is really ornate inside like a Catholic church. I guess, if we are buying "pastor," that this is supposed to be an Episcopal church, which is just J.V. Catholic anyway. Or, possibly, those Hollywood heathens have just never set foot in a church, Catholic or Protestant, and so can't design an accurate church set to save their...oh, cram it, Me. Meg walks in. Yikes. I mean, sure, because of the evil, but mainly "yikes" because of whatever the hell kind of hairstyle she's rocking. She looks like freaking Carol Channing. She looks concerned and asks to talk. Sitting down in a pew, she confesses that she's done bad things. Pastor Jim says there is "always forgiveness for us if we seek it." Short Lip demurs, "For everyone?" and Pastor Jim is psyched to get his ministerial tagline in here: "I like to say, 'Salvation was created for sinners.'" I was hoping his tagline would be a little more original. Maybe like, "I like to say, 'Shake your booty for Christ, Short Lip!'" Short Lip sighs and confesses to lying, stealing, lusting, and..."the other day, I met this man. A nice guy, you know? And we had a really good chat. Sort of like this." Pause. Pastor Jim looks on beatifically. "And I slit his throat and ripped his heart out through his chest." Pastor Jim furrows, and Short Lip slowly blinks her eyes to reveal...creepy pitch-black eyes. I don't care how "done" those contact lenses are, they creep me out every single time.