How To Win Friends And Influence Monsters 
Season 7, Episode 9 
Robin's Rambles by Robin Vogel

Wharton State Forrest, Pine Barrens, NJ - Something or someone is running, gasping. It comes across a man and woman lying in a tent watching TV. They smooch good night and the man turns on a cute device plugged into his ears that says, "This is nature sounds, sounds of nature, volume four." We hear night birds. Abruptly, he's completely zipped up in his sleeping bag so all we see is his face. The camera spins in a dizzying circle. The man realizes he is suspended from a tree and something terrible is happening to him. He calls for his wife. Pieces of his body fall down onto the forest floor, followed by his listening device, covered with blood, then his ear, the device still chillingly talking about sounds of nature.  

Hammonton NJ - Sam, Dean and Bobby get the power going in a crappy cabin in the middle of nowhere. "Motel 6 just isn't leaving the light on anymore," jokes Sam. Bobby is taking a leaf from Frank Devereaux's bible--when everyone is out to get you, paranoia is just plain common sense. Dean is tired of living with cold showers and cold Hot Pockets, this is the bottom they're living in. "How many Big Mouths are out there?" asks Bobby, "running card traces like Chet, or hunting us down God knows what ways--no, now isn't the time to be layin' out bedrolls out on the grid, not if we can help it." The power sparks and goes out. Dean rubs his face. "That's just GREAT," he bitches. Sam switches on a lantern. "Our quality of life is crap," says Dean, "we've got Purgatory's least-wanted everywhere, we're on the world's third screwed issue and what?--three years?--and we steered the bus away from the cliff twice already?" Sam points out that somebody's gotta do it. What if the bus wants to go over the cliff? suggests Dean. "You think the world wants to end?" asks Sam. "I think if we hadn't taken its belt and all its pins away each year, then yeah, the whole enchilada would have offed itself already," says Dean. Bobby advises him to stop wrestling with the big picture, he'll hurt his head. Dean grabs a beer from a cooler. Sam sits at the table with Bobby, who asks, "What's the guff?" "There have been a rash of sightings over the Southern Pine Barrens," reports Sam, "a fast, human-like creature." "Jersey Devil," reads Bobby from the weird photo Sam shows them, "I thought that was just local tall tale crap." History goes back two centuries, says Sam, some gave it bat wings, others horns, others, a tail, and oh, yeah, a horse's head. "Looks more like a Chewbacca head," jokes Dean from the bed. Bobby says it sounds mixed up, Dean says it should be fighting a Japanese robot. Mixed up or not, Sam says it has a body count. CAMPING SEASON HARSHED BY HUMAN BURRITO reads a headline Sam shows Bobby. Something hung a camper from a tree and ate him through his sleeping bag, explains Sam, and his wife hasn't been seen, either. There have been four missing persons in the past 3 weeks; state troopers (get this) are saying it's a rogue bear. "When was the last time you saw a bear string up its own pinata?" asks Dean. Something's out there in the woods, says Bobby, we're going on an honest to goodness wilderness hunt--"I haven't used my 30-30 in a while." It's going to have to wait until tomorrow, Davy Crockett, says Dean, and until after our suit and tie dance, we have to make sure this isn't just some backwoods crackhead who likes to roll glampers. "What's a glamper?" asks Bobby. "High end camper," answers Sam, "TV, A/C, wi-fi--back to nature, zero inconvenience." "Idiotic," opines Bobby. Yeah, agrees Sam, some people just don't know how to live.

Biggerson's - The suited-up brothers speak with "Ranger Rick" who found the "human burrito" in the woods. “That was no bear attack,” according to Rick, munching on a giant sandwich. “The woods are big, with a lotta trees. Ya gotta respect Mother Nature, or she'll string you up, eat your ass right through the Gortex.”  He and Assistant Chief Ranger Phil (who, come to think of it, he hasn't seen in a couple of days) have been finding something's leftovers for weeks--deer remains, badger, missing pets. "You think Phil might be missing?" asks Sam. Rick thinks he should probably report that. (Duh!) Seeing Bobby enter, Dean leaves their card and tells him to enjoy lunch. They join Bobby, who reports he checked out the cadaver, unhappy camper. No stats on the Jersey Devil, but the bite radius is too small for a Leviathan, and he's still got a ventricle and some change, so I doubt we're talkin' werewolf. Wendigo don't leave no scraps. Dean grabs Brandon and requests a booth. Brandon: "Douchewad, the hostess will seat you--do I look like a freakin' hostess?" "Do you wanna look like a hostess?" warns Dean angrily. Brandon stalks off. Sam asks if what Dean said makes sense. "What was THAT?" wonders Dean. Bobby hopes they don't end up in Brandon's section. But they do; Brandon puts down Sam's soup and salad in front of him and calls him Big Bird. Dean is "Ken Doll." Heart Smart goes to Bobby, aka "Creepy Uncle." "What is your problem?" asks Dean. "YOU are my problem!" shouts Brandon, and leaves. (I would never touch my food after that!) Bobby wonders what's got his flare all up in a bunch; Sam says, "There goes his 18 percent." "Chief Ranger--I don't think he believes in the Jersey Devil," says Dean. "Did he seem a little stoned to you?" asks Sam. "Ranger Rick?--definitely growin' his own on the back forty and smokin' all the profits," says Dean, biting into his sandwich. "He did seem to think there was something," begins Sam. "Oh, that's a good sandwich!" exclaims Dean, who ordered the Pepperjack Turducken Slammer, available for a limited time only. "Buncha birds shoved up inside each other," says Bobby, "shouldn't play God like that." "Don't look at me sideways from that Chinese Chicken Caesar salad there," says Dean, "this is awesome, it's the perfect storm of your top three edible birds." He takes another huge bite. Gazing with disapproval at his brother, Sam says, "Anyways, the ranger did seem to think there was something out of the ordinary out in the forest." "Then I'd say it's safari time," says Bobby. Behind the counter, Brandon is yelling "You're telling me she's not fat--up yours, Mike, shove it right up yours!" He takes off and tosses away his apron and stalks out of the restaurant. "Anyway, back to bigger and better things," says Dean, returning eagerly to his sandwich.

Woods - Sam, Bobby and Dean walk the woods,  shotguns at the ready. Bobby finds fur from two bucks head-butting over turf and figures out which of them won, knowledge that impresses Sam and Dean. "I guess I forgot," says Sam, "before you were a hunter, you were actually a HUNTER." "We shot our dinner when I was a kid," says Bobby. "You used to take us hunting when we were kids," says Dean, "Dad had a case, he'd just dump us on you; you must have taught us most of the outdoor trackin' we knew." "What I could get to stick," grumbles Bobby, "never could get you grubs to pull the trigger on a single deer."  The brothers smile. "You're talkin' about Bambi, man," says Dean. "You don't shoot Bambi, jackass," says Bobby with a nasty grin, "you shoot Bambi's mother." Sam frowns and shakes his head. They find a bloody body hanging from a tree. "Looks like we found Phil," says Dean.

Night - Ranger Rick pulls up in his vehicle. "Special Agents! Listen, I got your call," he says, "but I'm not sure I got what you were saying." Dean shines the flashlight up. "Hey, I think we found Phil," says Rick calmly. "That's what I said," says Dean. "I should probably call this in," suggests Rick. Dean nods. "Yeah, solid move," says Sam. We hear the sound of creepy breathing when CHIEF Ranger Evans calls in. "Ranger, I think we got company," warns Bobby. "Yeah, who's that?" asks Rich cheerfully, as something grabs him and drags him away. Sam screams "RANGER!" He, Dean and Bobby tear off after Rick and his captor. 

"Ranger Evans! Ranger!" calls Sam. "It's got him up in the trees," says Bobby, and they all focus their flashlights and guns upward. "Light off," orders Bobby. Sam starts to object, but Bobby says, "Ease off, shut off and listen."  The brothers comply, only to hear the most God-awful sounds of bones breaking and chomping. "The damn thing's eaten' Rick," whispers Bobby. "Layin' out like Rick," says Dean. The other two look at him oddly. Bobby closes his eyes and fires. Something falls from the tree onto the ground. "Nice job," praises Dean. "Seriously," agrees Sam. "We all got our gifts," says Bobby, kneeling to look at what he shot. "What about the rest of Ranger Rick?" asks Dean, looking at the lone leg and hat lying on the ground. "Ranger called in his 10-20," Bobby reminds him, "we got crap to do."

They carry the gray-colored human back to the cabin and place him on the table. "Built like a super model, but the thing was damn strong," says Bobby, "carried a full-grown man up a tree in nothin' flat." "But it only took one bullet to bring it down," points out Sam. Not even a silver bullet, just a bullet bullet, says Dean. The creature awakens and attacks. All three hunters pump him full of bullets. "First one musta just stunned it," realizes Bobby. Dean checks the creature's wallet, quipping on how all those bullets are going to ruin the leather. Sam snatches away the wallet. "Are you feelin' okay?" asks Bobby. "I feel great," Dean assures him. "Gerald Browder," reads Sam, "lived here in town, 5 foot 9, brown hair, blue eyes, 235 pounds." They gaze at the skinny man. "Apparently he's lost a little pudge," says Bobby. "Maybe it's a lap-band side effect," quips Dean, making inappropriate gestures to go with it. Bobby sticks a pole in the guy's chest, lifting out disgusting gray goo. "What the hell?" Bobby decides they should have a look under Gerald's hood. He and Sam don gloves and find out Gerald's organs are swimming in this stuff. Dean has poured a drink for himself, announces he's hungry, and asks what they have pulled from the body. "For a guy on a diet, Gerry packed it in pretty good," says Bobby. "That's human, right there," says Sam. "Fresh Rick," says Bobby. (EWWWWW!) Plus, pine cone, pack of gun, still in wrapper, Ranger Phil, or perhaps the camper, a cat's head. Bobby thinks you have to be damn hungry to eat a cat's head. They locate the adrenal glands, which should be the size of a hotel bar soap and orange-colored, and here are the size of a baby's head and black. That might help explain the strength, says Sam, but whatever this is, it's not the Jersey Devil, but it sure isn't Gerald Browder anymore. "Seriously, guys," says Dean, "time for dinner?" (AFTER WATCHING THAT HIDEOUS AUTOPSY??) 

Dean chows down on another of the same sandwiches as before, Sam and Bobby just have coffee. Sam looks up the vic's stats. Missing person #3, 45, self-employed, he disappeared eight days ago and was an A/C repairman. That explains all the people that got eaten in the last eight days, remarks Bobby. The question is, says Sam, what happened to him? He poses the question directly to Dean, who, engrossed in his sandwich, says, "I'm not worried about it." "Excuse me?" demands Bobby. "Funny, right?" says Dean--"I don't give two shakes of a rat's ass--do rats shake their ass or is it something else?" Sam and Bobby are staring at each other, freaked out, then stare around the restaurant and see how many other diners are chowing down with intense hunger on the exact same sandwich. Sam snatches away Dean's food. "Give me that," he demands. "WHY?" cries Dean. "There's some funky chicken in the TDK Slammer, ain't there?" says Bobby. "Yeah," says Sam, taking a whiff and recoiling. They take the rest back to the cabin in a foil swan. "This is stupid," insists Dean, "the sandwich didn't do anything--I don't know what you think you're going to find." "There's something WRONG with you, Dean," says Bobby. "Are you kidding?-- I'm FINE," says Dean, sitting up on the sink, "I actually feel great, best I've felt in a couple of months--Cas, black goo, I don't even care anymore. You know what's even better?--I don't care that I don't care--I just want my damn Slammer back." "You're completely stoned, just like Ranger Rick was," accuses Sam. "Just like the dinner rush back at Biggerson's," says Bobby, "and everybody's lovin' the Turducken." Dean's sandwich suddenly belches, and gray goo spills out of it. (I almost threw up, no lie!) "I think you pissed off my sandwich," accuses Dean, jumping off the sink.  "That's in me?" "Only half of it," says Sam. "Does that SNOT look familiar?" asks Bobby. "So whatever turned Gerald Browder into a pumpkin-head and is currently turning Dean into an idiot. . ." "I'm right here--right here," Dean reminds him. "Is in the Turducken sandwich at Biggerson's" says Bobby with alarm, "it's in the meat!" "If I wasn't chilled out right now," says Dean, "I would puke." But he shrugs, completely mellow and replete. 

Biggerson's - Bobby is in the driver's seat, Sam shotgun, Dean sleeping it off in the backseat in what Bobby calls a tryptophan coma. "So you think he's okay?" asks Sam. "He's all right," Bobby assures him. "So you don't worry about him?" asks Sam. "What do you mean?" asks Bobby--"before the Turducken?" "I kinda mean more like ever since my head broke," amends Sam, "since we lost Cas--you ever feel like he's going through the same motions but he's not the same Dean, you know?" "How could he be?" queries Bobby. "Yeah," says Sam, "but what if. . ." "What if what, Sam?" pushes Bobby--"you know, you worry about him, all he does is worry about you, who's left to live their own life here? The two of you--aren't you full up playing Snuffaluffagus with the devil all the live-long?" "I dunno, Bobby," says Sam, "seein' Lucifer's fine with me."  "Come again?" says Bobby. "I'm not saying it's fun," says Sam, "to be honest with you, I kinda see it as the best case scenario, (he's pressing his once-injured hand that binds him to Dean), "but at least all my crazies are under one umbrella, you know, and I kinda know what I'm dealing with--a lotta people got worse." Staring at him, Bobby says, "You always were one deep little son-of-a-bitch." (This made me tear up, can't explain why.) "Wait, wait, here we go," says Sam as a tractor-trailer pulls up to Biggerson's. A man carts in several boxes from Midwest Meat and Poultry. "I guess we follow," says Bobby, and they do.

N. E. Law Center - A woman leaving the building is attacked by Brandon but someone climbing from a plate numbered B2Y 526 smacks him right off her. 

Looking through his binoculars, Sam remarks that he finds it weird that a national franchise like Biggerson's would be getting their meat from wholesale Hong Kong knock-off. "Okay, it's a little weird," agrees Dean, not really caring one way or the other. "We'll wait till they close up shop," says Sam, "take a look around." Gazing through the binoculars, Sam sees EDGAR! "No!" he says. "Leviathans," says Dean, "son-of-a-bitch." They see Brandon being herded out of a truck and into a building. "What the hell is going on?" asks Bobby.    

"Put him with the others, if you don't mind," Edgar orders the man escorting Brandon. Edgar is greeted by none other than Dr. Gaines! "I've been so busy with this experiment, I didn't even realize you were back," says the doctor, "it's big stuff." "I'm back BECAUSE of the experiment," says Edgar, "what's happening; you said you were refining the formula?" "Yes," says Gaines, "and it's going great, "the absorption rate is up, lower concentrations. . ." "But it didn't solve our issue with adverse reactions," interrupts Edgar. "Well, no, not 100 percent," admits Gaines. Viewing the people Gaines is planning to use for the experiment, Edgar orders, "Burn them!" "WHAT?" demands Gaines--"they represent crucial test data--where my other formula went wrong where my initial projections failed." "Dick is coming," says Edgar. That's all Gaines needs to hear. He turns to his assistant: "Burn them." (That is so cold!)

Bobby and Dean are sitting in the car. Sam reports to Bobby, "There's nothing back here at all." "They're pretty dug in here," says Bobby, "you finish circling and head on back." To Dean he asks, "How's your head?" "I think the Slammer's pretty much wore off," answers Dean, "between that and the 20 cups of coffee, I'm nicely tense and alarmed." "I wasn't talkin' about that," says Bobby. "Don't go all Sigmund Freud on me," protests Dean, "I just got drugged by a sandwich." "I want to talk about your new party line," says Bobby. "Party? I don't even vote," says Dean. "'The world's a suicide case, we save it, it just deals more pills.'" says Bobby. "I'm here, I'm on the case," Dean reminds him, "what's the problem?" "I've seen a lot of hunters live and die," says Bobby, "and you're starting to talk like one of the dead ones." "No," counters Dean, "I'm talkin' the way a person talks when they've had it. When they can't figure out why they used to think all of this mattered." "Oh, you poor, sorry. . .you're not a person," says Bobby." "Thanks," says Dean wryly. "Come on now," says Bobby, "you tried to hang it up and be a person with Lisa and Ben, and now here you are with a mean old coot and a van fulla guns--that ain't person behavior, son. You're a hunter, meanin' whatever the job you're doin' today. Now, you get a case of the Anne Sexton, somethin's gonna come up behind you and rip your fool head off! Now you find your REASONS to get back in the game--I don't care if it's love or spite or a 10 dollar bet--I've been to enough funerals, I mean it! You die before me and I'll kill ya!" "We need to scrape some money together and get you a condo or somethin'," says Dean, sipping his coffee. (LMAO!) Sam slides into the car between them. "Something's up," he says quietly. They see Dr. Gaines and Edgar greeting a third man. "Well I'll be a squirrel in a house skirt," says Bobby, "it's Dick-friggin-Roman." Dean asks who that is. A newscast on TV shows Roman on 1st Edition and an on-screen headline, THE RISE OF DICK. (SERIOUSLY!?) "That's one of the top 50 most powerful men in America," explains Sam to his brother. "It says here top 35 as of last month," points out Dean, "now it all makes sense--remember when Crowley went on about hating Dick?--I thought he was just being general." "If the Leviathans got to him," says Bobby, "that means they were plannin' on a much bigger board than we were thinkin'." "So what, then?" asks Sam, "we can't exactly outgun him." "No, agrees Bobby, "but we got the drop on him. Means we got a chance to figure out what these guys are really doing here." Bobby snaps together a satellite dish on loan from Frank's "Big Brother" collection. will pick up vocal vibrations from window glass at half a mile. Time to figure out what these ugly bastards are up to."

Dr. Gaines shows Dick a normal family under their surveillance eating his infamous sandwich. "The food additive that I've introduced into the Turducken has a near 100% rate of effectiveness," Gaines explains, "once the subject tries it, they crave more within a few hours. With the very first dose, it starts to work on their DNA, slowing their metabolism, causing weight gain and dampening their emotional range, which makes them perfectly complacent. As you can see, they have yet to notice that Grandma is no longer with us. (She is there, dead.) True, if you leave out a cooked patty for more than an hour, it reverts back to a somewhat unappealing state, but, I've had yet to have a case of leftovers." "You know what I love?--besides handball and a really crisp Chardonnay?" asks Dick--"I love progress--and I know progress comes from collaboration and that's what makes moments like this so thrilling." "I am so glad to hear you say that," says Gaines. "Now what can you tell me about your failures?" asks Dick. (Wow, sounds like my former employer, the US Postal Service!) "My. . .?" asks Gaines, confused. "The ones that went off the rails," prods Dick, "after they ate your little treats?" "They've been very instructive," blathers Gaines. "No," says Dick, "see, I asked for complacency, not complacency and a .03% margin of hyper-adrenalyzed cannibalism." "I will have this under control," promises Gaines shakily. Dick holds up the newspaper headline CAMPING HIGH SEASON HARSHED BY HUMAN BURRITO and reminds Gaines how much he hates their little forays making it into the papers. "Again," says Dick, "collaboration, progress! I want to turn this mistake into a big, fat teachable moment!" (BIG SMILE!) "Will you help me with that?" Gaines: BIG FAKE SMILE IN RETURN: "Yes, of course!"

Dean and Sam, seated in the car, report that it's all dead on their end--what about him? Same here, Bobby says at first, then he spies movement--second floor, meeting room. 

In this room, Bobby watching every move, Dick is telling Gaines he wants to shut down his project completely. "How can I use this mistake to communicate to all your co-workers?" asks Dick. "Listen, sir, I will do anything, give anything to make this right," swears Gaines. "I know you will," says Dick menacingly. The young lady associate who had been with Dick from the get-go opens up a briefcase and takes out a white bib. Gaines is horrified. "You're. . .BIBBING me?" he asks in terror as she ties a simple lobster bib around his neck. "Do you know what you can give us, Doctor?" asks Dick--"your example. Now, Doc, it's time." "Now I have officially seen it all," says Bobby. "What is it?" asks Sam. "He's making the doctor. . .eat himself," says Bobby. "WHAT?" asks Dean. Before Bobby can elaborate, however, a man in a white uniform punches him into unconsciousness and presumably drags him away.

Dismayed, Dean and Sam find Bobby missing from his hiding place. "Dean, there are at least four Leviathan out there," says Sam, "we don't know how to kill ONE." Seeing a truck from Acme Industrial Cleaning driving in, Dean says, "It'll be quite a shock when we walk through the front door then, won't it?" 

Dick's assistant is going over appointments with him, then presenting him with an acquisition from Sotheby's that arrived this afternoon. He indicates for her to take away the black bloody lobster bib; she does. Bobby is just coming to in a chair seated beside him. "You're not tied up," says Dick, "why waste the effort, we both know you're not gonna get past me--how's your head?" "So you got Dick Roman," says Bobby. "We can have whoever we want," says the other man, "we could have you, for example--IF you were worth the effort." "Now you're hurtin' my feelins'," says Bobby. "It's a hard world, Bob," says Dick, "an us eat dog world." "What ya got there?" asks Bobby. He shows Bobby two pearl-handled guns in a case. "Winning bid at auction," says Roman, admiring them-- "beautiful!--known for their peerless setting. I imagine you appreciate guns." "I'd appreciate one right about now," says Bobby. (Go, Bobby!) "Oooo!" chuckles Dick, slipping bullets into one of the guns, "I mean the machine, the idea!--this is one of your species' most inspired inventions, I mean it, I really think you guys have spunk, you're like a planet of just the cutest little engines that could, but, like the late, great actual Dick Roman used to say to the whores he used to kick out of the Presidential suite, 'You don't quite hack it, Sugar.'" "Let's just cut to the chase," says Bobby, irritated, "I clearly ain't worth the extra time I'm gettin' here." "I'm gonna eat you, Bob," says Dick, making it sound almost sensuous, "but I like my meals prepared. Besides, holding onto you could pay big dividends; I bet your friends are on their way to rescue the damsel." "They're too smart," counters Bobby, "they know they don't have the numbers. It'd be suicide. I've run my race. Could die worse."

Sam and Dean, bearing huge containers of the Leviathan's favorite cleaning mixture, Pure Clean, burst in spraying it at them, burning them everywhere it touches, sending them to their knees in pure agony.

Hearing the commotion, Dick advises Bobby to stay in his chair and goes out to investigate the ruckus, tucking his new toy in the back of his pants as leaves. Bobby immediately rises from the chair, looks through the desk drawers and finds and loads the other gun as quickly as he can. He also finds some important-looking maps and other documents. "OK, you sons-of-bitches, he whispers, "let's see what you're up to--you're comin' with me." He tries to escape, but Dick's female assistant stops him, sending him sprawling to the floor. He drops the paperwork but not the gun, and shoots her in the face. She rises with no more than an ugly splotch on her forehead. 

Sam, out of cleaner, backs away from Dick, whose handsome face is now a mess of rapidly-fading chemical burns. "Sam, that is NOT how we communicate from a place of yes," says Dick, adding, "that was bracing; where did you kids find this stuff?" Bobby shoots Dick in the back; Dick turns around. "HEY!" he says-- "that's mine!" Dean tosses more of the caustic fluid at Dick, enough to allow them to run. "Will you stop it with that stuff?" demands Dick, smoke rising from his face. Bobby slashes one Leviathan in the face with a hook, enabling him to join the brothers in the van. Dick fires three parting gunshots,  however. "Son-of-a-bitch!" snaps Dean, speeding away--"that almost took your freakin' head off!" "Hey, Bobby, your hat," says Sam, passing it to the back seat. There's no response--but there is a huge bullet hole in Bobby's cap. Alarmed, they both turn to look in the back seat. "Bobby?" cries Sam--"oh, God, Bobby! Bobby!" "BOBBY!!! screams Dean.

Ed. Note: That's some cliffhanger to leave us hanging on for the Thanksgiving break, huh? We've always known the close relationship Bobby shares with the Winchester brothers, but it was really solidified in this episode. We would really hate to see him lost to Sam and Dean, who love and need him so much.  He Remember when Dean was all set to write Sam off, let him go? Bobby swept all his books off the desk, onto the floor and essentially told Dean, "BOO HOO, family is supposed to give you trouble and break your heart, not bake you an apple pie!" He convinced Dean to go after him, even though he had stuck by Ruby over Sam. He also stuck by Sam even after the latter tried to kill him, remember?  Bobby also had his disagreements with John, too, bad enough to involve a shotgun, or so we heard. No matter what, Bobby stuck by Sam and Dean after John's passing, even though we saw how difficult a weekend in the life of Bobby could be and how the brothers expected him to drop everything anytime they called.  

So now Bobby appears to have been mortally shot in the head.  Or maybe only his stupid old hat was shot?  We won't know until our return from Thanksgiving break. (From Alice - It looked pretty bad in the preview.)  

Some fans aren't big on Bobby, I know that, but I happen to be one of those who adores him, love Jim Beaver, the phenomenal actor/writer who portrays him, and would hate to see his salty, funny, gruff character leave SUPERNATURAL.

As for this episode, I liked it very much.  SUPERNATURAL managed to take me away from all the BS in my life and give me an hour or pleasure watching the goofy antics of Ranger Rick, Daffy Dean, Papa Bobby, Earnest Sam, Evil Edgar and the nasty Leviathans. Hearing stories of Bobby taking Sam and Dean hunting (but hearing how the little boys refused to shoot Bambi or his mother brought a smile to my face). There was action, pathos, humor and revelation, all f which make for a terrific episode of our show. I give it an 8.  


1.  Who saved the gal coming out of the law firm from the Leviathan?  I'm so curious!  (From Alice - That was Edgar the Leviathan.  He was covering up the rogue test case, aka the waiter from Biggersons).  

2.  I  got really teary-eyed over mention of Bobby taking the brothers out hunting; how did you feel?

3.  What did you think about the punishment they gave the doctor?  I remember bibbing being mentioned in an earlier episode and wondered what it meant. Performing cannibalism on oneself, how gross.  Leave it to Edlund to come up with that!

4.  Do you think the way Dean feels about hunting is the REAL reason for his drinking?  He just doesn't want to hunt anymore?  This isn't the first time he's expressed unhappiness over the job. Just because he doesn't want “normal” with Lisa doesn't mean he wants to be a hunter.

5.  Sam easily confessed to Bobby the truth about his life with Lucifer—that he sees him and is dealing with that.  What did you think about his confession and Bobby's reaction?

6.  Do you think we've lost Bobby for good this time?  How would you feel about it if it were true—no more Bobby as someone to turn to for help or as a father figure.  It would really bother me. A lot.

7.  I thought this ep had some great black humor and interaction between Bobby and the boys, which is why I gave it an 8.  It might go higher after another viewing or two.  Your grade?

8.  What did you think of Dean's behavior under the influence of the crazy sandwich?  I found it kind of irritating. I can't explain why, but it just bothered me.  It wasn't funny so much as grating, and the fact that he didn't care about things made me angry.