Ever since I started my Summer Hellatus project titled “Supernatural Rewatch From the Top,” I’ve been thinking about doing some retro reviews. So I will start with the first episode that I ever saw—but not with my normal meta twist—instead, I’ll try to remember those first impressions when I saw the show—tell you how the Adventures of Floppy Haired Boy and Pouty Lipped Boy captured my heart without any effort at all.
I woke up on the first day of my “staycation” and stumbled out into the living room. A show was on TV, and I settled in, half asleep to watch. It was Supernatural, and the episode was “Scarecrow” on TNT, but I didn’t know that. I saw, through the sunshine glare on the television, two handsome men arguing. I wasn’t paying that close attention, so I didn’t catch their names as they fought, but I figured out quickly that they were partners of some sort. The one I sleepily dubbed Floppy Haired Boy stopped the car, got out, and walked off. I remember muttering, “Well, that partnership didn’t last.”
I then followed Pouty Lipped Boy’s adventure into the small town, as he searched for a missing couple. I didn’t know his name, but I certainly knew it couldn’t be “John Bonham.” Now that it was brighter and easier to see, I really liked what I saw. I’ll admit it, my first reaction was shallow. Pouty Lipped Boy was damn hot, especially in the light of day with that leather jacket. And as he encountered Scotty, I sensed that he had an edge. It just seemed to come out of how he carried himself—right down to that bowlegged walk.
Before I could figure out more about Pouty Lipped Boy, we returned to Floppy Haired Boy as he encountered a small pixie blonde on the side of the road. I mused that perhaps he could have just found his love interest, as they had a witty banter about her not telling him where she was going. There was just something off, though, about how she said, “You could be some kind of freak. I mean, you are hitchhiking.”
Her comment earned her a wide dimpled smile, and again I found my shallow streak. Floppy Haired Boy had dimples! Dimples that accentuated his beautiful smile perfectly, no less. Once the van pulled up and the driver only accepted her, I shook my head askance at a missed opportunity. Floppy Haired Boy had it right when he remarked, “You trust shady van guy and not me?” After that smile, I was willing to trust him on anything. I shook my head at the pixie blonde’s decision making. It most certainly had to be her loss.
As we flipped to Pouty Lipped Boy, he continued to press the townsfolk on their knowledge about the missing couple. I couldn’t figure out at this stage if he knew them or if he was conducting some form of investigation. I just knew Pouty Lipped Boy was persistent and the townsfolk were shadier than the van guy. When the young girl mentioned the tattoo, confirming Pouty Lipped Boy’s query, and the man feigned remembering, I knew these people were no good. I suspected, by Pouty Lipped Boy’s sour face, that he had reached the same conclusion.
Then, as my sleepy mind started to really awaken, Pouty Lipped Boy did something that really captured my attention. As he drove towards the orchard they pointed out, something went off in the backseat of his car and he pulled over. In the haze, I recalled seeing a similar situation in another show—one that had been a favorite at one time. This moment mirrored that moment almost identically. That moment had been the radio going on the fritz in none other than Fox Mulder’s car. Somehow, I knew this show had to be something if it could subtly call out to the X-Files.
Pouty Lipped Boy truly won me over, however, when he went into that sinister looking orchard and walked up to the creepy looking scarecrow. His eyes assessed, and he said with all seriousness, “Dude, you fugly.” I started to laugh, and as I sipped on coffee to wake myself up more, I became engrossed in the Adventures of Floppy Haired Boy and Pouty Lipped Boy.