Page 2 of 5Next scene Dean in a bar hitting on a waitress who wants to be an actress with the whole â€œIâ€™m an agentâ€ act and oh please. Isnâ€™t Dean past this stuff by now? At least heâ€™s current enough to use the post merger name William Morris Endeavor. I think because Jensen is a client of theirs. Phone goes off and itâ€™s Sam. He traced the previous carâ€™s owners. Sam then hears the crack of a pool table and realizes Deanâ€™s in a bar. Dean denies, saying heâ€™s in a restaurant that just happens to have a bar. I think this part is supposed to show brotherly conflict, for Sam strangely protests about the fact that heâ€™s been working all afternoon while Deanâ€™s in a bar. Dean doesnâ€™t care. â€œWorldâ€™s smallest violin pal. I just spent the afternoon up Christineâ€™s skirt.â€ Oh Dean, youâ€™re using the worldâ€™s smallest violin line on Sam? Sounds like it should be playing for both of you.
First, why is Dean being a jerk and second why does Sam care? This is a little odd for both of them. Dean uses the stress over dealing with the car excuse, but Sam has found that itâ€™s not really Little Bastard. The carâ€™s first owner was a cardiologist in Philadelphia who died in 1972. It was never James Deanâ€™s car. So what killed the guy?
Next is a house and in there is an older man, egghead type, in his office. He says good night to his Spanish speaking housekeeper and he gets fog breath. Uh oh. He hears a noise, turns around, and canâ€™t believe what he sees. â€œItâ€™s you, youâ€™re supposed to be dead.â€ Itâ€™s Abe Lincoln? Seriously? Lincoln growls and chokes the guy and why is this scene coming across as so absurd? Wasnâ€™t there a better way to make Lincoln scary? We get the blood spatter shot and dude is dead. Oh well. You know a scene is badly done when the only reaction is â€œoh well.â€
Sam and Dean are on the scene and the sheriff is back to his crazy theories. Sam brings up the fact that the person died by a gunshot wound to the head, no gun, no gunpowder. Sheriff has concluded a professional killer is involved. Oh man, are law enforcement guys in a mid-sized city like Canton really that clueless? No, they arenâ€™t actually. These are elected officials and the bad ones are usually weeded out. Trust me, Iâ€™ve voted out enough bozos. Sam and Dean are incredulous, especially since the sheriff derived his theory from Michael Clayton. â€œYouâ€™re welcome to look around, but these guys donâ€™t leave fingerprints.â€ Neither do supernatural beings. They go to talk to the witness, who isnâ€™t making any sense, in English or Spanish.
They go outside and sure enough, the maid starts firing off things in Spanish. Dean asks her a question in English, so she naturally answers in fast talking Spanish. Dean doesnâ€™t know what to do, so Sam jumps in and starts speaking Spanish to her! Sam speaks Spanish? He looks at Dean and admits its freshman Spanish. I took three years of high school French and a semester of in college and when I went to Paris, I realized I didnâ€™t know a thing. Communication was impossible. Sam must have had one hell of a Spanish class in college. Although, as history proves he is a fast learner. He tries to find the right words and does, so she slows down and gives him answers that even Dean understands. The culprit is none other than Abraham Lincoln. Couldnâ€™t she had said that upfront? I understood â€œEl Presidente Lincolnâ€ right away and I donâ€™t speak Spanish. Still, the reactions on Sam and Deanâ€™s faces are priceless, so I forgive the fact that this scene makes no sense.
This next scene is pure gold! Sam and Dean are researching, and both have their own laptops! How great is that? I realize the whole point of this episode is to pull the brothers up to equal footing, but what a way to get across the message. Dean is honing in on Samâ€™s dorky ways. I love it! Dean is looking at the footage of the Little Bastard murder, and sees a reflection of James Dean in the tire covers. Sam concurs itâ€™s him and goes on that thereâ€™s a ton of lore about famous ghosts, more so than normal. Heâ€™s surprised they havenâ€™t run across one before. I think itâ€™s because the budget wouldnâ€™t allow it before. Hell, Iâ€™m surprised it allowed it now. Sam figures out these ghosts are â€œgankingâ€ their fans. That word again? Sam is smart, he hasnâ€™t seen a thesaurus before? Heâ€™s some words. Slaughter, eradicate, terminate, eliminate, slay, butcher, exterminate, or how about just plain kill. It works.
Sam reads about the other guy killed, whoâ€™s a Civil War nut. He dug Lincoln. So, does that mean ghosts of Jensen and Jared are coming to get me? Hey, not a bad way to go. Dean calls it â€œmuchos locoâ€ and Sam corrects him, â€œmuy loco.â€ Smartass. Still, the ghost thing doesnâ€™t fit the pattern. Ghosts usually haunt where they live. Why are they in Canton? What, havenâ€™t they heard? Canton is a virtual paradise for tourism. Letâ€™s forget that the Football Hall of Fame is there (please letâ€™s forget). Thurman Munson crashed his plane and died there. The William McKinley Presidential Library and Museum is there, because the town he was actually from outside nearby Youngstown is too lame. Canton was recently a butt of a Steven Colbert joke, being called â€œcrappyâ€ because Barak Obama visited there. Notable actors, like Jake Abel, who played the third Winchester brother, are from there. Producer Brannon Braga is from there too, but after what sacrilege he did to the Star Trek franchise, weâ€™ll just forget that nugget. Marilyn Manson is from Canton too. That says enough right there. Freaks galore!
Sam does more research and gets the answer. Enter the Canton Wax Museum. Do they actually have one? Does anyone care? Abraham Lincoln is there. Gandhi. JFK, FDR, Nixon, all that jazz. Sam and Dean look around, and Dean comments Gandhi is short. Sam is offended for he thinks Gandhi is a great man. Oh boy, thatâ€™s a setup with a capital S. â€œYeah, for a smurf.â€ Heâ€™s short, not blue Dean!
A man comes out apologizing for keeping them waiting, but itâ€™s their busy season. Dean looks around and doesnâ€™t notice a soul in the place. â€œThis is busy?â€ The guy covers, saying not now, but itâ€™s early. â€œItâ€™s 4:30,â€ Dean says. Oh Dean, you and your fun. Sam introduces their cover. Theyâ€™re posing as reporters this time for a travel magazine. â€œYeah, on how totally non-sucky wax museums are,â€ Dean adds. Oh, he is in a snarky mood. You know guys, FBI I believe. Good looking guys like you doing something dorky like writing about wax museums? I wouldnâ€™t believe that cover for a second. Lucky for you museum guy is a doofus.