“And Then There Were None” 6/16
–Robin’s Rambles by Robin Vogel
A man from the Starlight Cannery picks up a barefoot gal named Eve (we know her as the Mother of All) at a gas station. She asks for a ride, and although he’s reluctant at the weird circumstances, he introduces himself as Rick and asks how far she’s going. “However far you want,” she replies, and dives in for a kiss. A married man, he pushes her away. “You’re very pretty,” he says, “but this is not what’s right for you, trust me.” “Then what’s right for me?” she asks. He hands her a JESUS LOVES YOU pamphlet and says, “This hunger you feel inside is really a hunger for HIM,” the trucker tells her. “You do know that Jesus was just a man,” she says. “He was also the son of God,” he says, “sent here because he loves us.” “He doesn’t care about you,” she says harshly, “he made you, then abandoned you, so, you pray–you see signs where there’s nothing.” She indicates a sign hanging in his truck, MIRACLES HAPPEN EVERYWHERE. “But, truth is, your apocalypse came and went and you didn’t even notice. A mother would never abandon her children like he did. You’ll see.” “See what?” he asks. “Can I tell you a secret?” Eve asks. He nods. She leans forward and presses her mouth to his ear. His eyes widen and he cries out.
Later, he goes to his sleeping wife, who opens her eyes and smiles at him. Until she sees the sledgehammer in his hand before he brings it down on her skull, covering himself in her blood. (This reminded me of the Siren forcing others to kill.)
Bobby’s house – Showing them on a map, Bobby circles for Sam and Dean where he’s been getting blasts from hunters all week–nests of vamps, werewolf dance party, (shifters, six of them, two hunters died getting them out), ghouls, ghouls, ghoul raid smorgasbord. Dean draws a straight line kick-line down I-80. Exactly, says Bobby. Looks to me like a Sherman line Monster Mash, remarks Dean. Where are they marching to? wonders Sam. Bobby circles another place, where a guy bashed in his family’s heads.
Sam, Bobby and Dean, decked out in suits, go to the jail to talk to the trucker. It’s like I told the cops, Rick explains sadly, I blacked out. Tell us what you do remember, urges Sam. I was on my regular route, the guy says, then I woke up on my regular truck at work. Where’s work? asks Sam. Starlight Cannery, the trucker says, I didn’t remember how I got there, so I called home, when no one picked up, I went there and I found. . . Bobby asks him if he saw anything unusual before blacking out. The trucker shakes his head and says it’s like he told the cops–basic night, he gave a kid at the truck stop a ride–she’s gone, I think she took off. I swear, he sobs, I didn’t mean to do it, I loved ’em. Sam taps into his computer, looking over the tapes. Demon possession of ghosts? muses Dean, I thought this was a monster thing. Seeing the back of the girl come into view, Dean says, “Hello!” Then they spot the monstrous face on her. “Freakish nightmare, what the hell is that?” asks Dean. Bobby admits he’s never seen that before in his life and wonders if the vamps and ghouls from I-80 aren’t coming in for Mother’s Day. “If that is Big Momma,” says Dean, “we got zero on gankin’ her–what are we gonna do if we run into her, throw salt and hope?” Bobby advises turning tail and running, since they’re in over their heads. Dean wants to get more intel on this bitch before they do run into her. When one of the cops tells them a guy just went postal down at the cannery, Bobby volunteers to go check it out and tells the brothers to finish up here. We get another on-screen view of Eve’s hideous face.
Cannery – As dead bodies are wheeled past him, FBI Agent Bobby Willis asks a man with a star badge how many are in there. Six dead–a man with a hunting rifle went in and opened fire. Another man with a star wants to know if there’s a Fed convention in town. “I beg your pardon?” asks Bobby–and out comes Rufus, who identifies Bobby as Agent Willis! “Agent,” says Bobby, “I wasn’t expecting you–yet.” “Apparently you didn’t get the call,” says Rufus, excusing him and Bobby. Bobby asks what he’s doing here. “The same as you,” answers Rufus, “tracking 31 flavors of crazy, which led me smack-dab into the middle of this.” “Can we talk to the perp?” asks Bobby. Rufus doubts it–the cops put eight bullets into him. “So?” asks Bobby. “So are we partnering on this or not?” demands Rufus–“come on, man, it’s not rocket surgery, we’re here, let’s do this, just like old times.” “Long as I get to drive,” says Bobby.” Laughing, Rufus says, “Hell, no.” Bobby gazes heavenward.
Dressed for cutting, Bobby and Rufus look over the perp’s corpse, wondering if the Mother of All is involved. Finding something in the dead man’s ear, they agree the foul-smelling substance isn’t ecto. Bobby says it’s something new, Rufus insists there’s nothing new, but both guys who went crazy worked for the cannery. They drive there and meet the Winchesters.
Look what the cat dragged in, observes Dean, both he and Sam grinning at the sight of Bobby and Rufus, who is grousing over why they gave Bobby a driver’s license. Sam tells Rufus it’s great to see him. “I can believe it,” says Rufus, shaking their hands, “it must get old dealing with this miserable cuss here all by yourself.” “Is it that obvious?” smiles Sam. “Why don’t you three get a room?” suggests Bobby. They head into the cannery, running first into Cousin Gwen–then into Grandpa Campbell. Gun drawn, Dean races toward him, all set to do what he promised last time they saw each other–kill him! “Just a second!” protests Sam, stopping his brother as Samuel and Dean gaze hatefully into each other’s eyes. “I take it you know each other,” says Rufus. “He’s our grandfather,” says Dean. “Somebody needs a hug,” says Rufus. “Why are you here?” Bobby asks Samuel. “We’re working–you?” asks Campbell rudely. “NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS!” yells Dean. “Sam, take Dean for a walk,” orders Bobby. “You’ve got to be kiddin’ me,” says Dean. “Dean it’s fine,” says Sam, leading his brother away through double doors. “What is wrong with you?” demands Dean. “Maybe he knows somethin'” suggests Sam. “You remember what he did–I do,” says Dean, furious. “I’m not saying don’t,” says Sam, “I’m saying not yet.”
Dean and Sam rejoin the others. “So, you’re Samuel,” says Bobby. “You’re the guy pretending to be their father,” says Samuel. “Somebody ought to,” says Bobby. “Sam, you’re lookin’ well,” remarks Samuel. “Save the small talk, all right,” says Sam abruptly. “You seem different,” says Samuel. “I got my soul back,” says Sam, “no thanks to you, I hear.” “You hear,” says Samuel, “you don’t remember.” “I remember enough,” says Sam. “I really hate to break up this circle of love,” says Rufus, “why don’t we talk shop, hm? Can you tell us what it is you’re hunting?” Gwen and Samuel look at each other; he says, “Creature from Purgatory, she calls herself Eve. They call her Mother. She was here about 10,000 years ago. Every freak that ever walked the earth can be traced back to her. And she’s back.” “How the hell do you know all that?” demands Bobby. “You don’t know half the things that I know, kid,” says Samuel, “hell, until recently, you didn’t know about us.” “I know you’d throw your own kin to hungry ghouls, I think I know enough,” says Bobby. “You what?” Gwen asks Samuel. “Dean lied to the man,” says Samuel. “How about you ask Dean?” Bobby suggests. “Good idea,” she says, and goes to do so. “Did Samuel really try to kill me?” says Dean–“yes, he didn’t even blink–that’s the guy you’re rollin’ with.” “He didn’t tell me anything about that,” she says, “I didn’t even know.” “I know,” he says, “honestly, there’s somethin’ I need to tell you.” “What?” she asks. He shoots her in the chest. Everyone dashes in, but Dean is gone. “See if you can plug that hole, Bobby,” says Rufus, beginning CPR. Horrified, Sam stares down at the dying Gwen. While Rufus and Bobby try to bring back Gwen, Sam searches for Dean, to no avail. Bobby declares her gone and apologizes to Samuel, “If you care.” “Screw you, I care,” says Samuel. Sam returns and says that whatever got into the other guys must have gotten into Dean, too. Bobby tells Rufus and Samuel to move Gwen; he and Sam are going to lock down the place. “We’re going to find Dean alive,” Sam warns his grandfather, “or I’m going to put a bullet in your head.”
Once they have everything locked down, they find themselves in the ridiculous position of standing face to face with their guns drawn, Dean included. “I just had a 12-inch harpy crawl out of my ear!” cries Dean. He describes a foot long worm thing coming out of his ear and into the vent when he awakened. Samuel informs him that he killed Gwen. The last thing Dean remembers was talking to Gwen. “That thing musta jumped me,” says Dean. “So we’re talkin’ about a monster that gets in ya?” says Bobby. “Like a parasite that takes over your body,” says Sam. “Worm crawls in you, worm crawls out,” says Dean. “Monster possession? That’s novel,” says Rufus. “What if that thing’s still in ya and we can’t trust a word you’re sayin’?” says Samuel. “It’s not! It’s not in me!” insists Dean. Bobby suggests he check his ear, and Rufus moves to do that. Dean wants Rufus to buy him a drink first. Rufus finds positive evidence the creature WAS there, but no way of knowing if it still is. Since Bobby realizes they have no way of knowing who has the “Con worm up inside his melon,” he thinks everyone should give up his gun. Mistrust running high, Bobby collects everyone’s firearm. Samuel is the last to give his up, and all are bagged and locked inside a locker. Bobby agrees they need to breathe and come up with a plan.
Rufus and Bobby put in some calls to people they know who might be able to shine some light on all this. When Samuel stands up, so does Sam. “Relax,” says Campbell, “bathroom break–unless you want to hold it for me.” Nevertheless, when Samuel leaves the room, Sam and Dean follow him.
Rufus and Bobby discuss going in, guns blazing, on this monster. “Like Omaha?” says Rufus. “Screw you for bringin’ up Omaha,” says Bobby sadly, “that’s just low.”
Finding himself flanked by Sam and Dean, Samuel asks, “WHAT?” Dean wants to know how he sleeps at night. “Like a baby, thanks for asking,” says Campbell. “You fed us to Crowley,” Dean reminds him. “What am I gonna do about it now?” asks Samuel–“I don’t blame you for wanting to kill me, but I’m not apologizing for it–I did what I did, I don’t cry over spilled blood.” “So you really could go on?” asks Sam. “Just because you’re Dr. Jekyll at the moment, don’t get high and mighty, don’t forget, we spent a year together,” Samuel reminds him. “Yeah, we did, we’re blood,” says Sam, “and you still sold me out.” “Trust me,” sneers Samuel, “what I did pales in comparison to what you did–and on more than one occasion.” “All right,” says Sam, “tell me what I did.” “Sam,” Dean protests, getting between them, then turns to Samuel and says, “the only reason you’re alive right now is because we’re workin’ a job–the minute we kill this thing, you’re next.” “OK then,” grins Samuel, “we’ll just see.” Noticing something dark showing in his grandfather’s ear just as he’s reaching for a gun in his pocket, Dean grabs Samuel’s hand and forces him to point the weapon at the ceiling. It goes off. Samuel runs away.
Rufus and Bobby enter. “We heard a shot,” says Bobby. “Samuel!” says Dean, turning to chase him. “I’m gonna be needin’ my gun back, Bobby,” says Rufus. “Ya think?” says Bobby, banging away at the lock. “Don’t feel bad, it was a good plan, Rufus assures him, “except for the part where a monster would definitely, definitely NOT give up all his weapons.” “Shut up!” says Bobby. Sam and Dean, having lost Samuel, join them. “What’s the plan?” asks Sam. “We stick together,” says Dean, “we gotta keep track of this thing, who it’s in.”
Flashlights and guns in hand, the foursome search for Campbell, coming across an elaborate tripwire/boobytrap they are saved from just in time by Sam. As it is, the youngest Winchester is separated from the other three and finds himself alone with Grandpa Winchester. “Don’t move–put your gun down,” says Sam. “What you gonna do, son?” asks Samuel–“you’re not gonna shoot me. You got your soul back. You gonna shoot your own family?” “I wouldn’t go with the family thing,” warns Sam, “try again.” “Mary’s still my daughter,” says Samuel, advancing. “I said don’t move,” says Sam. “Still named after me,” Samuel reminds him. “I said don’t move!” barks Sam. “You still want to know about your summer vacation?” taunts Samuel–“I’ll tell you all about it–you’re dyin’ to know, huh?” “Yeah, I am,” admits Sam. “Well then let’s just put these down and talk,” says Grandpa, “it’s all right, Sam.” Sam fires. Grandpa falls. A muscle works in Sam’s cheek.