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Oh God, another really gross scene to recap. Did Jeremy Carver and Ben Edlund start wagering bets as to who could top the other? Fine, I'll do it, but anyone ever wonder why most gross scenes belong to Sam? Is it because Jared keeps asking for this type of punishment? One too many pranks I think. Before I get into the gory detail, the beginning of this scene shows the different style of our guest director. The shot is from the ground, looking up at one tall Sam reading the list with the house fully in the background. What's really great is the top of Jared's head is blocking the top of the house. So cool! A director that wants to use the height of his freakishly tall actor in an interesting way.
Sam goes to the front door and knocks. No answer. He sees a drop of blood and that's the only invitation he needs to walk right in. Don't do it Sam! Right, he never listens to me. He walks cautiously through this pig sty. I still wonder to this day how people live like that. It defies all logic. There he finds the woman he's looking for on a bed in the living room. She's coughing, has all sorts of open sores on her face, and looks as dead as she should be. Sam doesn't quite know what to say. "Ezra Jones?" He manages to say with apprehension. She coughs, chokes on something like a nice chunk of phlegm and waves him closer. Sam naturally is squirming now and his look of unease is hilarious. She coughs some more and Sam only takes a few steps before stopping. "What is it?" She motions him close harder this time. "You think maybe you can tell me from here?" She waves him over again. "Yeah, I'm going to regret this." You most certainly are!
Sam takes in a deep breath and moves closer. Ezra keeps coughing, and her eyes are pretty darned cloudy. Not to mention her face looks like a bunch of rats chewed it half off. She starts drooling white foam and Sam is really grossed out. That is when I would have ran in the other direction. "Catch you later, bye!" Sam only winces and moves closer. She waves, he moves. He gets really close so she coughs on him. His look is precious! This is a guy that can cut off heads with wire with his bare hands but can't take this?
Ezra tries to talk, then screams and pushes Sam across the room onto the floor. That's when Sam spots a dead man on the floor with his innards missing. Ezra jumps on top of Sam and oh yuck, how did he film this without barfing? This is worse than any blood spatter imaginable. Ezra's thick white drool starts drizzling all over Sam's face. I don't know but I'm ready to call the advantage to Carver here. Amidst all this, Sam has the faculties to pull out his gun from his back and blow Ezra's head off. Lucky for him, her wide open mouth made for the perfect clean shot. She falls on her dead husband and Sam wipes off that thick, milky white drool, completely disgusted. You aren't the only one Sam.
Back at Bobby's and no doubt Sam has shared his story with the others. They go into the library and Bobby is concerned about them waking Karen who is upstairs. Apparently Ezra was the first one to come out. Sam points out she's the first one to go bad. Bobby claims she's always been nutty. "Nutty how, like she ate her husband's stomach? Is that how nutty she was in real life?" Bobby stares Dean while answering no, not appreciating his sarcastic tone this time. Dean, who's still in pissed off mode, points out what Bobby probably already knows, he isn't exactly seeing this straight.
Bobby wheels away while Sam and Dean tag team that they're going to have to stop all of them. Bobby turns around to face them, pulls out his archaic colt, and I'm wondering how that gun will take out both of them quickly. Sam already knows Bobby won't shoot. Call his bluff! "Time to go," Bobby says. Dean asks "What?" in complete shock. Bobby clarifies, off his property. Sam kind of does call his bluff, asking if he'd actually shoot. Bobby sternly warns that if Karen turns, he'll take care of it, his way. You know guys, he's right. He's a grown hunter, he can take care of himself and his personal matters. Dean says it's dangerous. Duh, that's the occupational hazard. "I'm not telling you twice," Bobby says. Actually, you kind of are, but we won't split hairs here. Dean stares at the gun, Sam stares at Bobby, and they leave.
Outside the Impala pulls outside of the compound and stops. Sam defends it's his wife and Dean doesn't care. "We're his family Sam." Sam points out there's bigger fish, like a town that needs to be saved. Dean doesn't care, for Bobby is alone in the house with one of them. "So?" Sam asks. "I'm going to have to go back there and kill her," Dean says like he has no option. You aren't thinking clearly either Dean. What happened to defending the greater good? Sam obviously took Bobby's threat seriously, for he tells Dean that if Bobby sees him he's a dead man. Dean doesn't care since he has the Michael card going for him. Except he doesn't bring that up, going for another angle. He'll have to make sure Bobby doesn't see him. I like the "I can't be killed" argument better.
Sam nods in frustration, realizing he isn't getting anywhere. "Okay. I'll head to town and rescue everyone "“ should be easy." He points out the obvious, he's going to need some help. Dean suggests the sheriff. Sam knows that's she's still pro zombie so might not be much help. Dean tells him he'll have to convince her. Yeah Sam, use the puppy dog eyes. Those always work.
Actually, those might not be needed. The sheriff is at her house and she's nursing her sick undead son. He keeps saying he's hungry. Big fat warning sign there Jodie. I get that these people are blinded by having their loved ones back, but a sick and hungry zombie warrants some form of precaution. So dad calls the doctor? Talk about not thinking straight. Was he expecting the antibiotic that would help the undead get better? No wonder this guy ended up being zombie food. Dad takes in the soup and that's the last we see of him with a stomach. The sheriff continues the insane conversation with the doctor.
Dean stakes out Bobby's place outside, shotgun in hand. Back inside, Bobby knows better. "Karen, stay away from the windows." She is, because she's on the ground in the kitchen. Not good. She coughs and pulls herself up, claiming she's okay. She's having some trouble, saying she got dizzy. Bobby feels that she's burning up. "I'm okay, I just need something to eat." Babe, you are NOT okay. She coughs a la Ezra and Bobby is freaking out on the inside. Poor man!
The sheriff is still on the phone with the doctor, very delusional that she'll get somewhere. Her frustration is apparent, but wow, what is she expecting? She's better off talking with the local mortician or psychic. This is their sort of thing. Doctors can only help THE LIVING. Too late, for she hears a noise and drops the phone in panic. She runs to the other room and there's no sign of her husband or son, just blood all over the blanket. She cautiously steps forward, stunned over the trail of blood going behind the couch. Then the massive pool of blood. Yeah, I think she's getting it now. Then, the worse happens. She sees her son is eating the entrails of her husband, prompting an "Oh my God." Um, not really. Her son creepily looks up with his zombie stare and face covered in blood like Sam getting a demon blood fix. The kid shuffles toward her like a normal zombie and she steps back slowly, too stunned to get the flock out of there.