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Now itâ€™s an office, itâ€™s dark, the cleaning crew are there and two miserable bastards are somehow thinking that by working late on a project theyâ€™ll get ahead in life. Fine, let them learn the hard way. Your efforts are usually rewarded with promised comp time that never happens and then a pink slip. No, Iâ€™m not cynical. Anyway, one guy is trying to work and the other is checking messages on his phone. He should really have an iPhone or a droid or something. They couldnâ€™t get anyone who wanted to do some product placement here? Strange. Black guy is blasting other guy for his piss poor work, wondering why heâ€™s checking messages for a girl he only met a week ago. Then he does the whip motion and swishing sound. Oh, this guy deserves to be blown away just for doing that. Only mega jerks do that. The guy goes on about how he wonâ€™t let the project get half assed. Man, he SO does not belong in corporate America. That reminds me of a story. You see, my daughter has been half assing it in school lately. Some of her assignments have just been pitiful. Yet I saw her â€œjust enough to get byâ€ work, looked at my hubby and shrugged. â€œAt least sheâ€™ll be perfect for corporate life.â€ He couldnâ€™t argue.
Okay, story. Girl in red dress shows up crying, streaks of makeup running down her face. She wonders where guy checking phone was, who we find out is Jim. He tries to tell her, but she doesnâ€™t want him to choose work over her. He apologizes to â€œJaniceâ€ and the stupid jerk does the whip sound again. So Janice in what I deem to be a perfectly sane act whips out a gun and blows him away. He had that coming. I wonder why more people donâ€™t take firearms to work. She asks what will they do now, since things like work will always get in the way of them being together, not to mention prison now. Jim has a way for them to stay together forever. Time to blow their brains out. Now thatâ€™s insanity. Maybe that employer will now think twice about letting people work late too. Nah, they donâ€™t take murder-suicides as a hint.
I love this next part! Sam and Dean are back and the coronerâ€™s, suits and all, and they walk down the hall. A man in a dark suit with a briefcase passes them and something is suddenly off with Sam. He gazes at the man intently, hearing a loud heartbeat and actually smelling his scent. Itâ€™s so cool! I should mention the director here is the always reliable Mike Rohl, who has done a few other great Supernatural episodes before like â€œThe Monster at the End of This Bookâ€ and â€œOn The Head of A Pin,â€ and heâ€™s also done several Smallville episodes. I love how he zeros in on Samâ€™s perplexed gaze in slo-mo as they pass in the hall. Great shot! It really brings out the puppy angst. They pass and Dean asks Sam if heâ€™s okay. He says heâ€™s fine, but heâ€™s so not fine.
They enter the morgue and the coroner calls Dean agent Marley. Dean introduces Sam as Agent Cliff. Oh, so theyâ€™re reggae superstars this week! I guess thatâ€™s mixing it up. Dean asks him about the double suicide. The coroner has finished up and shows them the body parts in the refrigerator. â€œTheir good and plenties are already tupperwared.â€ Oh, I love the sharp humor of an Edlund script. The doctor throws them the keys, tells them to leave them with Marty up front when theyâ€™re done and grabs his coat and hat. â€œPlease gentleman, refrigerate after opening.â€ Oh, I like this guy. A coroner with a sense of humor. You would almost have to in order to do that job, right?
Sam and Dean are at a table looking at body parts, and itâ€™s so cool to see they donâ€™t get grossed out anymore. It was really funny at first, but they should have been over it by season four. I think the gag was carried on a little too long. Dean pushes a heart over to Sam. â€œBe my Valentine?â€ See, he can still joke. Heâ€™s not all dead. Sam kind of rolls his eyes, showing heâ€™s not all dead either. Heâ€™s pretty damned close though. He doesnâ€™t give the bitch faces like he used to. Then Sam spots something on the hearts. It dawns on him what they are. Enochian symbols. In other words, angel signs! Dean asks if itâ€™s like the tagging on their ribs. Sam isnâ€™t sure.
So, if you want to confirm an angel tagging theory, who better than to call an angel? Especially one that carries a cell phone. Dean pulls out his phone, calls, tells Cas where he is and suddenly Cas is in front of him before he even finishes his sentence! So cool. I love Castielâ€™s entrances. â€œIâ€™m there now,â€ Castiel says on the phone, even though he and Dean are staring right at each other. Dean sees that. Castiel says heâ€™s going to hang up and you hear the echo on the cell phone conversation. Nice touch! Cas looks at the heart without the rubber gloves and confirms Sam was right. â€œItâ€™s the mark of a union. The man and woman were intended to mate.â€ So who put them there? Castiel explains that â€œyour peopleâ€ call them a Cupid. â€œWhat human myth has mistaken for Cupid is actually a lower order of angel. Technically itâ€™s a Cherub third class.â€ Wow, a caste system for angels. I guess it makes sense and all, but I love how Castiel is so repulsed by such a â€œsimpleâ€ angel, yet he is so respectful of humans. I guess we all have our irritants.
There are dozens of these Cherubs all over the world. â€œYou mean the little flying fat kid in diapers?â€ Dean asks. Castiel is confused. â€œTheyâ€™re not incontinent.â€ No one gives Cas better dry humor lines than Ben Edlund too. That is right up there with â€œUriel is the funniest angel in the Garrison.â€ Sam is trying to get to the bottom of what heâ€™s saying. A cupid has gone rogue and they have to stop him before he kills again. â€œNaturally,â€ Sam says sarcastically. â€œOf course we do,â€ Dean says in the same tone. Needless to say, they donâ€™t see it being the slam dunk Cas is making it.
Thereâ€™s a hanging Valentine in a nice restaurant with hearts, candles and lovers everywhere. Sam, Dean and Cas are in a cozy booth together. Itâ€™s like I said in last weekâ€™s recap, these three need to get a house together. Crud, that fanfic idea just wonâ€™t die! I havenâ€™t written some good tongue-in-cheek comedy in a while. Anyway (shakes off creative surge) Dean gets his burger, Sam gets his salad, theyâ€™re both drinking beer in a glass (???). Dean makes the joke weâ€™re all thinking. â€œSo you just happen to know he likes the Cosmos at this place?â€ Hey, I like Cosmos too! Okay, anything with alcohol in it. Cas calls it a nexus of human reproduction. Oh, thatâ€™s so not leaving my head next time Iâ€™m at a restaurant like that. Which is usually weekly.
Cas canâ€™t finish his sentence, for heâ€™s staring at Deanâ€™s burger. The one heâ€™s loading with ketchup. Thatâ€™s really gross to me. I actually hate ketchup. Iâ€™ll eat anything else but that. Itâ€™s actually making me shiver worse than the eating lovers. Dean picks up the burger and doesnâ€™t want to eat it. Not hungry. Again, is that a symptom of whatâ€™s happening or something else within Dean? Sam is suspicious, Castiel wants to eat the burger. There! Thatâ€™s something weird. Samâ€™s attention turns to Cas now. Castiel canâ€™t take a bite though, for his spidy sense kicks in. He says heâ€™s there. Sure enough, thereâ€™s a couple sitting at a table, a napkin flies up and theyâ€™re all kissy kissy. Castiel tells them to meet him in the back and he disappears.