Robin’s Rambles by Robin Vogel
Two college age guys exit a bar, one of them complaining that, where he comes from, the cost of a beer is only three dollars. The other volunteers to buy next time. Eve steps before them in her short white nightie. The one who volunteered to buy says, “Heaven must be missing an angel.” The smile fades from his face at the weird expression on hers. She caresses his face before moving past him, and he turns to his friend and says, “I think she likes me.” “OK, Fabio, let’s go,” his friend says, smacking him on the back of the neck and pushing him forward.
As the song, “You Sexy Thing” eerily plays, Eve enters a bar and breaks the lock so no one can get out. A guy at a table asks if she’s OK. I’m perfect,” she says. “Is that blood?” he asks, noting the red splotch on her stomach. “Yes, I suppose it is, ” she answers. “You sure you’re all right?” the guy asks. She moves in closer and kisses the guy, while his friend watches with a combination of jealousy and fascination. Weird lines cross the guy’s face as she draws back. “Hey, what the hell?” his friend demands angrily at his buddy’s condition. “I gave him a gift,” Eve says, moving on to caress the face of a young girl at another table, then another girl.”C’mon, let’s get out of here,” the guy’s friend says, but his buddy attacks him, going for his throat. ALL the people Eve touched brutally attack others in the bar, mostly like vampires, it appears, as Eve watches with satisfaction. Those rushing to escape find the doors locked, so they, too, will die. Eve, drinking what appears to (appropriately) be a Bloody Mary, enjoys the carnage she started, the line “now you’re lying’ next to me, givin’ it to me” eery and horrifying.
Ednote: This scene scared the crap out of me! People show concern for Eve, who does terrible things to them, and doesn’t it remind you of the Croatoan virus? A gift, indeednot! I was also reminded of the prom scene from CARRIE, with people trying to escape horror going on behind them, with Eve, a tiny, seemingly harmless little girl, anything but.
Sam and Bobby join Dean in the Singer basement, where he has made up five shells from the phoenix dust. Dean’s concerned because he had a little mishap a while ago that proved it doesn’t harm him. He rubs the dust on himself, showing them, upsetting Sam. “This stuff is supposed to burn the Bejesus out of Eve,” says Dean, “and it doesn’t even give me a sunburn.” “Maybe it’s like iron or silver,” says Sam, “hurts them, not us.” “Maybe,” concedes Dean, “but a fat lot of good it does us till we find the bitch.” Bobby assures them he’s looking, “but I think it’s time you made a call.” Dean looks from Sam to Bobby. “Why does it always have to be me that makes the call, huh?” he asks–“it’s not like Cas lives in my ass, the dude’s busy.” Castiel abruptly appears behind Dean, who turns and says, “Cas, get out of my ass!” (LMAOPIMP!) “I was never in your. . .” begins Cas, and gets the joke. Dean gives him a weird look, and I can only imagine the laughter that ensued at this filming. “Have you made any progress locating Eve?” Cas asks. “We were gonna ask you about that,” says Bobby. Cas informs them he’s looked, but she’s hidden from him and all angels. “Awesome,” says Dean sarcastically. Sam says, “What we really need is an inside man, something with claws and sympathy.” “A friendly monster?” asks Dean. Sam shrugs. “Those are in short supply these days, doncha think?” asks Dean. “Sure,” agrees Sam, “but we’ve met one or two, right?” “Maybe,” says Dean. “So?” says Sam, “maybe we can find one.”
Time passes as the rest of the group waits for Castiel to return. The angel shows up with vampire Lenore, who tries to run from them. “Look,” says Sam, “we’re happy you’re here.” (Flashback to Lenore’s kidnapping of Sam, when she assured him she and her nest were not harming humans). “It’s been a long time,” says Dean, “you remember us?” “I remember,” she says angrily, “your hunter friend almost killed me.” “Well,” says Sam, “if it makes you feel any better, he turned into a vampire, and I chopped his head off.” “Yeah, with razor wire,” brags Dean, “wicked.” “Well, that’s something,” says Lenore, “what’s going on, why am I here?” Sam points to the angel– “That’s Cas, he’s our friend, and we need to talk to you–about Eve.” “Eve!” says Lenore bitterly, “I have nothing to say about Eve–I’m trying to stay away from her, believe me.” “Where’s your nest?” asks Sam. “Gone,” she replies, “they couldn’t fight it anymore–it’s her voice, in our heads–what it does to us–so they left, started killing again.” “But not you,” says Sam. “Don’t look so impressed,” she says, “I was hiding in a basement, not exactly Club Med. You don’t know how hard it is, not to give in–everyone gives in.” “So this psychic tool you got going, does this mean you know where Mom is camped out?” asks Dean. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” cries Lenore–“you want me to tell you where she is! You do know, she could be listening to us right now! I might as well be a video camera. What are you thinking?” “So,” says Bobby, “we don’t have the element of surprise–we’re still goin’ in.” “You’re crazy,” insists Lenore, “I can’t help you.” “Can’t or won’t,” clarifies Sam. She looks ashamed. “Look,” says Sam, “it’s clear as day you still give a crap–you don’t want to kill–and you don’t want this whole planet dead.” Looking at all of them, Lenore says, “You actually believe you can stop her?” “Just tell us where she is,” says Sam softly. “Grant’s Pass, Oregon,” says the vampire, “and now she knows you’re coming.” “Let’s go see,” says Bobby. “Hold on,” says Lenore, “I didn’t tell you this out of the goodness of my heart–I need something–kill me.” “We’ll lock you down till this whole thing’s over,” says Dean, “Witness Protection, you’ll be safe.” “You don’t get it, it’s not about that,” she says, “I’m dangerous–I hear her voice all the time.” “You’re not like the rest of them,” insists Sam. “I’m EXACTLY like them!” cries Lenore–“I fed–I couldn’t help it, the girl couldn’t have been more than 16, Sam, I’ll do it again, I can’t stop, not anymore, you have to, please.” She’s advancing on him. “Lenore,” pleads Sam. Cas places his hand on the back of Lenore’s head. Light flares from her eyes, nose and mouth as she burns up from the inside. Sam and Dean cover their eyes against the light, unable to bear the brightness. Burnt up, smoke issuing from her body, she falls, dead. Dean stares at Cas in horror. “We needed to move this along,” Cas says stoically. Dean lifts his hands over the dead vampire as if to say, “LIKE THIS YOU HAD TO MOVE IT ALONG?”
Ednote: Dean and Sam will always push for life for others, if not always themselves. Lenore had fed and knew she would feed again; Eve was making her life miserable. While Dean and Sam promised they would make everything all right, Cas knew this vampire wanted to die and saw that it was the best thing to do for her, so rather than waste time watching the brothers talk her out of it, he gave her what she wanteddeath, and swiftly. It needed to be moved along, so Cas did what had to be done. You can see the big difference in Cas now and as he used to be afte he was humanized by the brothers a while back, right?
Grants PASS, OR – Ringing a doorbell with Sam, Bobby and Cas, Dean surveys the tranquil view of kids riding bikes, remarking, “I was expecting more zombieland, less Pleasantville.” “Just because it looks quiet, don’t mean it is,” Bobby reminds him, “especially if she’s got a clue we’re comin’.” “If she is here,” says Dean, pointing to Cas, “I’m glad we’ve got Smitey McSmiterton on our squad. All right, where do we start?” “I’m gonna need a computer,” says Bobby.
They enter Ervin’s diner and sit down for breakfast. “All right, says Bobby, looking into the screen of an iPad. “I finally got the police database,” says Bobby, “thanks to THIS–I asked for a computer.” “That IS a computer,” Sam tells him. “No, a computer has BUTTONS,” complains Bobby, “nickel and dime stuff, nothin’ weird–basically, dead end. You think Vampira was lyin’?” “I’ll search the town, give me a moment,” says Cas. After a few moments, Dean says, “Cas we can still see you.” “Yeah, I’m still here,” says Cas, confused. “You don’t have to wait on us,” says Dean, and, watching Cas, constipated face, adds, “now it just looks like you’re pooping.” “Something’s wrong,” says Cas. “Are you stuck?” asks Dean. “I’m blocked,” says Cas, and with more fear, “I’m powerless.” “You’re joking!” says Dean. “Something in this town is affecting me,” admits Cas, “I assume it’s Eve.” “Wait, Mom’s making you limp?” demands Dean. (LMAO! The references to Cas sexual problems and inability to defecate in this episode were so funny. Just not to poor Cas, I’m sure.) “Figuratively, yes,” replies Cas, “I don’t know how, but she is.” “Well that’s great,” says Dean, “because without your power, your basically just a baby in a trench coat.” Cas gives him a thanks for nothing look. “I think you hurt his feelings,” says Sam. Bobby’s got something, had to go Federal to get it–a call went out last night from a local office to the CDC–a Dr. Silver called in an illness he couldn’t identify–patient’s a 25-year-old African-American named Ed Wright.” “That’s not much to go on,” complains Dean, but realizes beggars can’t be choosers, they’ll finish up and check it out.
Ednotes: Laugh at Bobby’s disdain for a buttonless computer! Chuckle when poor Cas finds himself powerless again!–in another small town. Let’s face it, if Cas always has his powers, episodes will be over way more quickly, right? So something has to happen to ensure the angel is “stuck,” “constipated,” “blocked,” and “limp.” Though he may be a hig-powered agent in heaven, he can still get his feelings hurt by best bud Dean being called a baby in a trench-coat. So funny and poignant!
They head over to Silver’s office, where a woman stands outside. “My friend is very sick,” says Dean, pointing to Cas. “I have a. . .painful burning sensation,” says Cas in that hysterical deadpan voice. “He’s out, sorry, and he hasn’t called in,” she says. To Cas, she adds, “You might want to find yourself some ointment.” She leaves. “What kind of doctor calls the CDC then goes AWOL the next day?” asks Dean–“let’s have a look anyway.” Dean begins to lock-pick the clinic. “Is this going to take a long time?” asks Cas nervously. Seeing spots of blood outside a shed, Dean breaks in there instead. Inside is the plastic-covered body of Ed Wright from the night before. “What kind of doctor calls the CDC and stashes the gooey corpse in the shed?” asks Dean. “I don’t understand what’s happening here,” says Cas. “I know one thing about the body,” says Dean, “we need some kerosene.”