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Dean is ready to kill these turkeys. They start doing a horrible reenactment of “Asylum” and Dean loses it. He starts taking this tomfoolery personally. “What’s wrong Bobby?” fake Dean asks, obviously very ignorant to the reality that’s eating Dean. “I’m not Bobby. You’re not Sam, you’re not Dean. What is wrong with you? Why in the Hell would you choose to be these guys?” Fake Sam isn’t getting it either, claiming they’re fans just like them. Oh no, just provoke Dean why don’t you? “No, I am not a fan. Okay (loses it a little), not fans. In fact I think the Dean and Sam story sucks. It is not fun, it’s not entertaining, it is a river of crap that would send most people howling to the nuthouse. So you listen to me, they’re pain is not for your amusement. I mean do you think they enjoy being treated like circus freaks?”
Fake Dean and Sam look at Dean like he’s nuts, and even real Sam is having issues with this. He just looks embarrassed. Fake Dean brings up what would be the obvious point if this wasn’t hitting a little too close to home. “Uh, I don’t think they care because they’re fictional characters.” You know, I like fake Dean. He’s demented but not delusional. “They care. Believe me, they care a lot.” Dean storms ahead and Sam is left with the other two disbelieving chuckleheads to cover. “He uh, he takes the story really seriously.” Oh, way to go Sam. At least you’re keeping perspective in this insane mess.
They get to the cemetery and Sam and Dean easily find the gravestones of Leticia Gore and the four boys. Fake Sam and Dean are on the opposite side looking for a pile of bones. Dean really wants to throw some reality in these guys faces. “Generally bones are in the ground.” Sam pulls out a shovel and fake Sam and Dean think they're nuts for digging up an actual grave. “Trust us, you want to win the game, right?” Fake Sam and Dean are extremely nervous about this but stay to watch anyway, for it’s like watching a train wreck. Eventually Dean gets to the casket and opens it. There are real bones in there and fake Sam and Dean try not to barf. They’re freaked. “You guys are nuts,” fake Dean says to Sam. “I thought you guys wanted to be real hunters.” Oh Sam, play nice guy and then go for the harsh reality! You crafty bastard you.
“Hunters aren’t real, this isn’t real,” fake Dean says. Oh yeah? Time for a bitchin’ reality check. The ghost of Leticia Gore comes out from nowhere and sends Sam flying. Fake Sam and Dean run for the hills. Pansies. The real Dean goes to salt and burn the body while Sam is unconscious on the ground. Fake Sam and Dean’s exit is cut off by Leticia, and just before she rips their hearts out of their chests she explodes in a fire ball thanks to Dean lighting up the bones. “Real enough for you?” Dean asks the two guys who have probably peed their pants by now. Yeah, I think this will make an impression.
Now fake Dean is having the same shot of whiskey at the bar the real Dean was having earlier. Fake Sam is having a beer, just like real Sam. He says, “That was really-“ “Awful, right? Exactly.” Real Dean just can’t help but rub it in. Dean’s decent enough though to pay for their drinks before saying goodbye. “Hey, how did you know to do all that?” Fake Dean wants to know. Sam has a good lie. “We uh, we read the books.” Dean nods in agreement. Judging by what Becky tells Sam later, they’re liars! Yep, only the real Winchesters lie that good.
All appears to be well, but since we're only halfway through the episode, we know that's not true. Sam and Dean go up to Chuck and Dean actually has some eloquent parting words. "Hey Chuck, good luck with the Supernatural books and screw you very much." Oh Dean always the sentimentalist. Chuck is not happy. “Fans of yours?” The bearded guy asks. “I’d say no,” Chuck quips. Oh Chuck, the trouble is they are your biggest fans. Life as a writer really is tough, isn’t it?
They go to leave and oops, the door won't open. Dean can’t get the window open either. Sam confirms every entrance is locked. “This is bad.” “You think so Sammy?” Oh no, we learned this from Ghostfacers. It's a supernatural lockdown. They apparently didn't get rid of the ghost. Oh boy, I didn't see that one coming (hint, sarcasm). The bad Latisha gore actress screams and the scalped head boy ghost is there. He’s asks why did they send his mommy away? “Maybe because of the high and tight she gave you? How about some thanks.” Then he turns to Sam, as if he needs to justify the comment. “I’m just saying, a little gratitude might be nice once in a while.” Hmm, me thinks that’s Kripke projecting again. The boy says his mommy didn’t do that to him. Sam asks who did, but since when is a ghost specific before disappearing?
Hookman walks down the hall. Kind of fitting he’s this week’s red shirt, huh? It’s Kripke’s less that subtle way of putting wrath on a harsh fan. Anyway, he hears something, sees the three young boy ghosts and scoffs. “Yeah, how original. Supernatural bringing in more creepy children. Sigh.” The ghosts say something about now that Ms. Gore is gone they can have all kinds of fun. Hookman thinks they don’t even look like real ghosts until they pull out their knives and scalp him to death. Ah well, he believes it now. Sam and Dean find Hookman with a chunk of his skull missing and realize they’re in trouble.
Chuck is in the ballroom signing off and thanks the audience all for their, probing, rigorous questions. Now who would be guilty of that? (looks side to side). Sam comes on stage and whispers something in his ear. “What, holy crap!” Chuck says. Sam calmly tells him to keep everyone in there safe. It’s a matter of life and death. “How do I do that?” “I don’t know, just do it.” Sam gives a quick smile to the crowd and leaves. “Good news, I’ve got much more to tell you I guess. Awesome.” Oh Chuck, you’re so good at pulling off the double meaning.
Dean brings all the staff members into the ballroom and tells them they’re going to want to see this. “It’s a hell of a show.” Then he and Sam salt the doorways. No, that’s not suspicious. Strangely, no one notices. Then Chuck improvises, rather poorly. What’s in store for Sam and Dean? “How do you feel about angels? Let me tell you, they’re not anywhere near as lame as you think.” There Chuck goes with that double entendre again.
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