Welcome to another heart crusher.  We’ve spent so much time analyzing "You Can't Handle The Truth" on the site and after going through this I still found some new things.  So let’s dig in.  

 

Calumet City, IL, which puts us on the south end of Chicago.  A lot in Illinois this year.  At least it’s not Ohio.  An average blonde waitress is talking on her cell phone at The Biggersons, and we know something bad is about to happen because nothing good ever happens at Biggersons.  It’s cursed or something.  Or it’s a curse magnet.  She sounds pretty flighty on the phone, for she’s waiting for a guy to call and doesn’t know whether to call him.  By the way she’s talking this chick has no self-esteem.  You don’t need him honey!  

 

There’s an extreme closeup as she asks for the truth, which is a good hard and fast clue that she’s evoking some curse.  Waitress goes to pick up an order in the kitchen and the cook blurts out that he pities her.  Also, stay away from the Clam Chowder, he flavored it with his own seasoning.  Ew, show, quit that!  I love Clam Chowder.  Don’t ruin that for me.  She grabs the sandwich and runs into the manager, who tells her the new girl is way hotter than her.  The other girl is an 8, she’s a 3.  You see, that’s when I would have kicked him in the nads.  Ah well, Jane has self-esteem issues, remember?  She has a cute little pout though.  

 

Jane delivers the sandwich to an elderly British woman who goes on about how she once ran over a homeless man and didn’t stop to see if he was alive or not.  A girl then says that she hates her mommy and wants to burn her in her sleep.  Oh, that’s comforting.  Back to ruining little girls again, are we?  Then a bus boy tells her she gives him the creeps.  “Like I get physically nauseous.”  Yeah, this is TMI hell.  So she has to key to the drawer that keeps the store gun?  Really?  Any employee can get this?  Wouldn’t that mean daily shootings?  No, more like hourly.  Those folks at Biggersons are pretty dysfunctional.    

 

There are more insults in the background, like desperate pathetic loser, and aren’t they all?  You all are in a Biggersons for Chuck’s sake.  Jane has one last recourse though, a call to her sister, good ole reliable sis that will make it all better.  She thinks she’s going crazy, freaking out.  “Of course you are.  Because you are a freak.  You’re certifiable.  Everytime the phone rings my stomach drops.  Jane with another crisis.  You’re a walking disaster.  The whole family is just waiting for the next breakdown Jane.  We’re like hostages.  Why don’t you like go ahead and kill yourself already.”  Now think about it, how many of us have relatives we’ve been dying to tell that exact same thing to?  Not a bad curse after all.  Lucky for dear sis, Jane has already pulled out the gun and positioned it under her chin.  The camera goes up to the Biggersons sign (The Happy Place!) and naturally the blood spatter of suicide commences.  Bye, bye Jane.  Nice not knowing you!  

 

You know, shattered glass and there’s still no hope of the pieces being put back together.  The beginning gets more morbid with every episode.  

 

Speaking of morbid, Dean is on the phone while Sam is at the hot dog cart getting lunch and reading a paper.  I’ll tell ya, if having no feelings has done one thing to Sam, it’s made him a better eater.  Hot dog carts don’t have salads!  It’s nice to see him eating something totally bad for him.   Anyway, back to Dean, who is pouring his heart out to Bobby, who is luckily in a listening mood today.  Dean insists he knows what he saw.  Bobby remembers how they tested him and everything.  Dean is certain it’s not his brother and Bobby says it’s nothing they’ve never seen before.  Yeah, both statements are true, I guess.  

 

Dean thinks he’s Lucifer.  I don’t know Dean, if he was, he’d be fucking with you a lot worse.  Bobby wonders if Dean checked with Cas.  Wouldn’t have Cas said something earlier if it was Lucifer?  I don’t know, something like “Run you bastard, Lucifer’s free!”  Cas won’t answer and Dean can’t wait anymore.  “Look, I get it, you’re rattled.  You’re right to be.  But let’s be professional.”  Huh Bobby? I don’t think Dean is going to be very objective here.  Dean insists Sam watched him get turned.  Bobby wants him to be sure that’s what he saw and an agitated Dean insists he knows.  Bobby, he of cooler head, reminds Dean that ain’t proof.  Dammit, the technicalities in these situations!

 

Dean wants to do something about this and fast.  “Look, it’s not just the vamp, okay? He has been different from the jump.”  Bobby accepts that part is right and will go with Dean’s concerns.  Dean makes sure Bobby is on board.  “Yeah, I’ll hit the books hard.  Just don’t shoot him yet, alright?  Watch him, we need facts.  Cause if it ain’t Sam, we don’t know what it is.  If we’re gonna put him down, we need to know how.”  Sorry, but the whole idea of them discussing how they might have to kill Sam puts a huge lump in my throat.  No, Sammy!  Okay, maybe not!Sammy, but still.  You can’t kill him.

 

Dean isn’t totally on board with the plan.  “I don’t even want to ride in the same car with him, let alone work the same damned case.”  Bobby isn’t sympathetic, because he’s playing a hunter with nads.  “Get in the car, he’s your case,” Bobby says before rightfully hanging up on Dean.  I do love how these screwed up brothers at least have one stable figure in their lives.  I get that Dean is taking this really personally, but Bobby does have a point.  If it isn’t Sam, what is it?  It behooves the hunter in Dean to find out. 

 

A bothered Dean puts his phone away just as Sam arrives with the hot dogs.  Dean acts all strange, making up a lie that he was trying to call Lisa.  Good lie, for that’s exactly a circumstance that would warrant Dean to act strange.  Sam pretends to care, and wow is this a messed up situation between the two.  “I was just leaving a message for Lisa.”  “Still hasn’t called you back, huh?”  “No.”  “Sucks,” Sam says rather quickly.  They’re both lying to each other through the skin of their teeth.  

 

Dean takes the hot dog and Sam asks if he’s okay.  Dean is obviously trying to hide a total look of disbelief.  No he’s not okay Sammy, you’re freaking him out!  Dean instead gives a blank “Yeah, I’m fine, how are you?”  Sam gives a blank “Me, great.”  Just stop it you two!  This casual behavior is killing us.  Sam luckily breaks this awkward pattern by showing a newspaper report about four suicides in the last couple of weeks in the same area.  Sam is eager to go.  Dean pretends to be on board even though we can physically see his skin crawling.  This is so sad and only going to get worse!

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