Recap – “All Dogs Go To Heaven”
Sam is working the case, going through the background on the slum lord victim. Dean doesn’t want to go there. “So this is it, this is what you’re going to do?” Sam wonders what he’s doing so Dean has no trouble explaining. “Crowley, he’s so far up our asses we’re coughing sulfur but you, you’re just going to work the case?” Sam has the most uncomfortably accurate answer and the visual of Crowley doing that, eww. “Well, he’s got us by the short and curlies, what else are we supposed to do?” Still shuddering and I’m not even a man.
Dean repeats his issue. He’s working for a demon. Oh, and he doesn’t know who Sam is. Don’t worry Dean you are so not alone. Sam goes into this speech about how he’s still his brother. “I am still me. Same melon, same memories, I still like the same music, still think about Susie Eiser.” Dean knows her, from biology class. I don’t know Sam, your latest lust issues have us worrying about you actually. “I know you don’t trust me, and I can’t take back what I did, but I’m going to prove to you, I’m still your brother.” Liar! Dean isn’t totally convinced either.
Poor Dean, he just looks so frazzled and going through the motions. It’s almost like Sam’s lack of a soul is sucking the energy dry from his. It’s quite uncomfortable when these two are together anymore. Considering the main lifeblood of this show has been the way these two connect and bond in horrific situations, this is just too hard to watch. But then I hug my soft fuzzy kitty and I’m good. I’m also singing “Soft Kitty” from The Big Bang Theory a lot these days. My happy place!
There’s another dead body, this time near the waterfront. Anyone been to the waterfront in Buffalo? Yeah, not very picturesque. They got it right here. They’re doing the FBI thing, agents Holt and Wilson. I learned from one of the reviews I read that’s from the movie Wolfen or something like that. Not sure. The detective wants to know why the feds are interested. “We’re specialists,” Sam answers. “They call us in to ask the questions of mouth breathing dick monkeys.” That’s when Dean looks at Sam really strange and clocks him one hard for being an ass. No, sorry, that’s what I wanted him to do. Instead I’m hugging the puppy. He’s a two year old miniature daschund, so he’s small and huggable. All better. I liked Sam’s sarcasm better with the woman a few weeks ago over the “caring administration.” This just plain sucks.
The detective goes through the story after Sam the jerk insists. Guy found with his chest ripped open, second one in two days. The heart is missing. Sam asks if he had any enemies. Sure, plenty, but a wolf or cougar wouldn’t have had a beef with the guy. “You do realize these were animal attacks,” the detective says. Luckily, Dean is much better with his comebacks. “An animal, out here. What, you think he came for the sailing?” Bing! We have a winner. Take note Sammy.
Okay, here’s a happy gratuitous scene! Sort of. Dean is sound asleep in bed, on his stomach and everything. I love watching him sleep. He wakes up to see robo-brother already dressed and going over stuff at the table. Needless to say, Sam’s bed is untouched. “You didn’t sleep. Because you don’t, sleep.” “Right,” Sam says. “Yeah, it’s not creepy at all,” Dean says with his usual biting sarcasm. Poor Dean. It’s those little things he’s having trouble getting over. Don’t worry Dean, I am too. “It’s not like I can help it,” Sam says and asks if Dean wants to know what he found out about the case. No, but he’s going to find out anyway.
Apparently, whoever werewolves hate is who they go after when they wolf out. Okay. Not sure I heard that before. Sam has found a common denominator among the victims. He throws Dean his fake badge or wallet (can’t tell). “So come on, get the lead out, huh?” “Let me get dressed, Robo-cop,” Dean answers. Hee, good funny. Not only does Sam not sleep, but he’s so wired. It’s not like he drinks coffee or anything too. Maybe he should be drinking a lot more whiskey. Notice how he hasn’t had any of the hard stuff since he’s been back? Hey, it can’t hurt. In the meantime, that’s exactly what I’m drinking! It helps with awkward situations that bother the crap out of you.
The Impala pulls up outside a house and Sam gets out holding a gun. I’m assuming a silver bullet gun. Gee Sam, not quick to judge at all, are you? I know that’s the point, but ugh. A woman holding her young son answers and Sam asks for Cal, I assume the man of the house. She invites them in. The rest of this is the woman cleaning up the mess, trying to play host and fetching the deadbeat boyfriend. Yay, filler!
Cal, the deadbeat, comes in with the worst hangover. There’s a german shepherd nearby that barks at him, causing him some pain. They question the guy who was obviously out drinking last night and through their rude prodding establish the guy got blind drunk and passed out last night. He wants to know what I want to know, what’s this about? Their investigating the death of some Ronald guy and it turns out he’s Cal’s brother. Dean tries to give a “sorry for your loss” and you know what, this scene is quite a mess. So out of sorts.
It’s also established there’s no love lost between Cal and his brother. His brother was volatile and the last time he was there he called the cops. Then Sam brings up the connection between them and the first guy, he was their landlord and they were behind on the rent. He had sent eviction papers. So the gist is, they’re suspects. Mandy, the woman, is confused since they both were animal attacks. “What the hell do you think I had to do with them?” Cal asks, for he’s not getting Sam’s tone. Dean backs off, telling them they’re following procedure. Yeah, right. Some pretty warped ass procedure. Dean ends the conversation and both Cal and Mandy look at each other over what is up. Yeah, I’m not sure either.
Outside, Sam is ready to bag Cal now. Dean would rather make sure. “Really?” “Before we hand him over to a lifetime of demon rape? Yeah really.” Is that what happened in Hell Dean? Here I go, looking for a new vice to handle this part. Hmm, there’s a whole mess of chocolate from Halloween upstairs. At least the parting shot of the Impala is really pretty.
They tail Cal and watch him drink and party all night. Nothing happens. I mean nothing. Except one good Dean quote. “Three scuzzy bars, one scuzzy strip club, a chili dog joint, seven or eight night caps and now, scotches in the library. I’m getting cirrhosis just watching this.” They wait until daylight and accept he’s not wolfing out. Cal closes the garage door and then goes to his truck, only to find his trusty the German Shepherd Lucky there. Guess who mauls him and rips out his heart? No love loss there. Then there’s a reflection in the truck window. A naked man? There’s blood spattered all over him. Ooh, this is now interesting. That’s a cool payoff for a long uninteresting scene.
I already knew I had a warped sense of humor, so I’m not surprised that I’ve been enjoying a snarky Sam who get to say things we might think but not dare say. Plus, Jared’s never looked better, not a bad hair day yet!
Hi Alice , picking up a subtle vibe that you found this recap a little tricky.
Can I have a geek out moment , I think that Holt and Wilson are in fact members of a pretty obscure early `70s British band `Warhorse`. They were a bit in the Deep Purpleish mode.
There were some pretty hard bits to watch in this one and I have already rambled on about it after Jas` article but briefly, again I cannot understand how some people find Robosam funny I find his comments cold mean and cruel. I thought the dog who `played` Lucky was absolutely beautiful ( and so are your adorable kittems) and the last shot of him wandering off alone was so sad.
Now to be totally shallow , thank you for the sleeping and sniper shots, they were very much appreciated, and I dont think I will be alone there 😀
Still keeping the faith it will all be Ok in the end !
I just hope that now Cas is big boss with extra powers when we do eventually re unite Sam and soul he has the clout to wipe all the bad memories away – I know what show have I been watching — no chance, but I am happy with my vain little delusion . thanks again Ju
Loved the recap, Alice.
Loved the idea of a (r)ejecter seat in the Impala. 😀
Not loving the soulless Sam.
Now that he has stopped pretending to have feelings, he has become a major dick.
I wanted a happier end for Lucky. Maybe a car passes by and picks him up.
What I really want is Sam to get his soul back and spend the rest of the season feeling some major guilt.
Here’s an idea: time travel Sam from season three to now, and let him kick soulless!Sam’s ass. 😀 😀
I too loved your recap Alice. And everything you wanted done to Sam I can remember yelling at the TV. Bite him Lucky! Shoot him Dean! And I love your idea of Dean smacking him on the nose with a newspaper. You were so in sync with me that I laughed all the way through reading your recap. Its either that or keep weeping over robo/Sam.
I too don’t find any of his snark or remarks amusing in the least and his “I don’t care about you” was the lowest.
I found Lucky utterly endearing in comparison with robo/Sam and his mean cruelty. I was wishing Dean could send Sam away like Mandy did to poor Lucky. Is this thing that Dean has wasted his life with raising and protecting and loving what is left of his Sammy? It cannot be. I won’t believe the writers would rip down that awesome relationship forever. There has to be a pay off in the future. Just hope it doesn’t last all season as I can’t take much more depression watching it.
I like nancyL’s idea. Bring season 3 Sam back to kick this soulless/Sam’s ass. Somebody kick his ass, please! 👿
I’m thinking this was the most difficult recap you’ve had to write yet, eh Alice? I was definitely bummed out by the end of this show and Sam’s callous remark about how he didn’t care at all about Dean really did me in. But that said, I’m feeling a more optimistic that we’ll have our re-souled Sam back in the not too distant future from a tweet that Jim Beaver made on Twitter. Faint hope on the horizon…
On a trivia note, I was happy to see Canadian actress Janet Kidder in the role of Mandy. She is the niece of Margot Kidder (alias Lois Lane of the Superman movies).
In the meantime, chin up. We got that reprieve we were all looking for in “Clap Your Hands if You Believe”!