Recap: “Are You There God, It’s Me Dean Winchester”
Sorry, back to the show. Sam goes to the bathroom while Dean’s asleep in the Impala. Sam’s breath fogs and the mirror frosts over. Not good. Sam swipes it and jumps when sees Henricksen. Great acting there Jared! After 61 episodes he can still pull off scared by ghosts. I didn’t like the quick flashbacks giving a history of each of the dead characters. They weren’t necessary and a bit heavy handed. Hendricksen rants at Sam for being dead and blames him for doing this to him, then attacks Sam. He throws him around a bit and slams Sam’s head into a sink twice. That’ll leave a mark. How is that boy even conscious? That’s one thick head. Dean shows up with the rocksalt shotgun and Henricksen is dust.
Bobby is at his house, and the lights are flickering and his breath fogs. Uh oh. I think I see a pattern. Armed with the iron poker, Bobby explores. The radio turns on and moves up and down the dial, the creepy backtrack plays and Bobby goes to the stairs. A ball bounces down, and two sorry looking twin girls are there. Judging by Bobby’s reaction, he’s not happy to see them.
Dean is trying to call Bobby, but there’s no answer. At least Sam has a nice shiner at his eyebrow where he took that hit on the sink. Dean is still concerned. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “None,” Sam replies, insisting he’ll be fine. Sam tells him Henricksen wanted revenge because they got him killed. Dean doesn’t want to hear that guilty crap. “If you’re not thinking answers, don’t think at all.”
This has already been a fantastic episode for Impala lovers. Many glory shots! My favorite is the Impala thundering to Bobby’s house because he won’t answer the phone. They search the house and there’s no sign. Something better not have happened to Bobby in the second episode of the season. That would suck. Dean takes upstairs while Sam gets the salvage yard, and we get a virtual feast of guess that classic car! I’m only going with the four on the left. The first is roughly a 69 Camaro (hard to tell with no good front view), the second is a mid 80’s Oldsmobile Cutlass, third is a 1970 Plymouth Duster and the fourth is someone messing with us. It’s a 1957 Chevy Bel Air, which is a car collectors dream. I can’t imagine something like that is in Bobby’s salvage yard and it’s likely a replica. In the background in is the Impala and Sam, outshining them all.
Dean talks to Meg some more, who claims she’s not a demon. “Nice to finally talk to you when I’m not choking, you know, on my own blood.” Meg tells the story about how she was a college girl and got jumped by the black smoke one night. Meg goes on about how she was a prisoner in her own head while Dean listens with some serious guilt. I guess these spirits are meant to push buttons. She gets to the part where they had her thrown out of the building, essentially killing her as soon as the demon left her, and she’s pissed about it. Dean keeps saying he’s sorry and trying to explain, but she gets mad and beats on him anyway. Angry spirits are known to do that.
Meg goes on and on, Dean listens, and oh, there’s some strange mark on her hand. That must mean something. Dean tells her they did the best they could, and she throws him down and gets madder. Next the two girls go off on Bobby for getting them killed. Meanwhile Sam out in the yard has steaming breath issues of his own. He opens trunks trying to find Bobby while the scene cuts back to Bobby getting a mouth full from the girls. The girls try to suffocate him next.
Now back to Dean, who listens to Meg’s sob story about her little sister killing herself after she died because it crushed her so badly. You know, at this point, I wish these whiny spirits would shut up. Life sucks. Shouldn’t death be better? Dean isn’t doing much either, just lying there on the ground listening to the story. There must be something about the spirits that grabs the attention or something. It’s really weird. She kicks Dean some more.

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