After last week's exhausting hijinks in Bodega Bay, Our Intrepid Heroes plus Dead Bobby retire to Dead Rufus's ridiculously scenic rustic homestead deep within the lush coastal rainforests of Montana's Rocky Mountains to discuss, finally, this season's overarching Leviathan storyline. Unfortunately, none of their contacts -- and no, I don't know how they still have contacts when everyone they know is dead -- can tell them anything about Richard Roman's evil machinations as of late, but just when it looks like we're going to spend the entire hour watching these dolts try to play Scrabble with each other, Darling Sammy receives an e-mail from Frank Devereaux.
Well, actually, Darling Sammy receives a prewritten e-mail sent automatically from one of Frank Devereaux's stolen hard drives, because Frank Devereaux's dead, too. Probably. Before he left us, however, he rigged his computers to shoot out a warning message to Our Intrepid Heroes should anyone attempt to crack his encryption codes, and it is this warning message that sends Darling Sammy and Dashing El Deano screaming across the country to Mount Prospect, Illinois, and the worldwide headquarters of Richard Roman Enterprises, where this week's unusually annoying guest star has been trying to access Probably Dead Frank's data at the behest of Richard Roman himself.
Naturally, the boys team up with this week's uncommonly annoying guest star to figure out what's really going on and, after a series of wacky adventures too stupid to detail in this brief recaplet, they eventually figure out that Richard Roman unearthed something of tremendous importance on his last archeological dig in Iran. The boys plus this week's extraordinarily annoying guest star successfully conspire to hijack that something of tremendous importance just as it arrives in the United States and, when Richard Roman unleashes a team of his Leviathanically-enhanced underlings to annihilate Our Intrepid Heroes, Dead Bobby steps in to smack them all up with a hefty dose of his newfound ghostly mojo, thereby allowing Our Intrepid Heroes and this week's outlandishly annoying guest star to escape with their booty, relatively unscathed.
And that's about it, really. We're going to have to see how all of this plays out over this season's final three episodes, of course, but just between you and me, I'm pretty sure it's all going to blow.
Rattle, Rattle WE DON'T GIVE A SHIT ANYMORE THEN! Once upon a time, there was a lunatic jackass named Frank Devereaux who bitched and moaned at Our Intrepid Heroes for a very long while before vanishing under mysterious circumstances several episodes ago. In other news, Dead Bobby escaped his Reaper, haunted the boys on the sly for the better part of five months and finally manifested himself to Darling Sammy and Dashing El Deano with the help of some poorly-defined ghastly mojo. This led to an epic angst-filled discussion between Our Whiny Hypocrites in last week's crapped-out piece of automotive trash because, according to them, dead things should stay dead. Except when those dead things happen to be Sam and Dean, of course, and with that we arrive at this evening's...
...Rattle, Rattle STILL NOT GIVING A SHIT NOW! And because this week's script told them so, Our Intrepid Heroes have retired to Dead Rufus's ridiculously scenic rustic homestead deep within the lush coastal rainforests of Montana's Rocky Mountains in order to discuss that whole overarching season-long Leviathan storyline they've been ignoring since December. "Well, thanks for looking," Darling Sammy mopes into his cell, ending what is obviously a disappointing phone call just as Dashing El Deano wanders into the cabin's parlor from points unknown. "Norah didn't see any pattern to the dig sites, either," Sam complains as he hangs up and no, I don't know who this "Norah" person is, so don't bother asking. "'Cause they got nothing in common," Dean snorts by way of reply as the boys arrange themselves rather fetchingly on the parlor's sofa, after which Dean goes on to note, "And I got nothing from local lore fifty miles in every direction of all of them." "I mean," he gripes, unscrewing Dead Bobby's magical traveling flask for a quick toot, "it's like they're just old dirt -- what's Dick looking for?" And in case you've been in your very own Coma Of Boredom for the last five or six episodes and have just awoken in a fetid puddle of your own filth only to find this strange scene unreeling on your television set because you were far too unconscious to change the channel since mid-February, Our Intrepid Idiots are here discussing Richard Roman's occasionally-mentioned archeological digs, which I assume will assume some sort of titanic importance over the remainder of this vastly disappointing season.