Okay, as a whole I wasn’t quite a fan of this one. As a matter of fact, my re-watch of this episode is going through it for the recap. I was even less impressed the second time. Let’s find out why.
The “THEN” segment is promising, for it features The Trickster/Gabriel. That means he’ll be in this episode. Cool thing, he’s my favorite recurring character. Might I also add that this “THEN” part is really long, meaning this week’s episode was short on time. “NOW”â€¦ A dark night, it’s raining, it’s Muncie, Indiana (home of Ball State), there’s an abandoned motel from the 60’s and a car pulls up. It’s this week’s redshirt. A local cop and looks around with a flashlight. As he’s walking by all the ruins, a dead potted plant suddenly starts blooming flowers.
He checks around some more and sees nothing, then notices the cracks on a broken mirror on the wall start to disappear, putting the mirror back intact. That’s kind of cool! Cop turns around after seeing the newly formed mirror and there’s a guy there in a red jacket, bowtie, and a smile. “Buddy, you can’t be here,” the cop says. “Of course I can,” replies the guy. “Someone’s got to get everything ready. They’re coming, all of them.” To Muncie? All the powerful mythological Gods of the Universe and they’re in this Godforsaken part of flat boring Indiana? Couldn’t they have done Vegas or something? Red jacket dude continues. “And we’ve each got our part to play, even you.” The guy doesn’t understand. “You’re dinner,” red jacket says with a big grin. He grabs him and we get the infamous blood spatter against the wall. Okay, a very standard teaser.
Lounge music comes on and suddenly the old rundown mess is bright, flashy, and new. The illuminated sign proudly shows “The Elysian Fields Hotel.” The place is all beautiful and lit up outside with new neon signs in the pouring rain. Enter Impala. Sam and Dean burst into the hotel lobby sopping wet and quite a little stunned by what they see. It’s a high class place bustling with people. “Nice digs for once,” Dean says. Of course that’s when I see Richard Speight Jr. in the cast list, so yes, there will be Trickster/Gabriel in this one. I’m happy!
Red jacket happens to be the clerk at the desk and he types quickly into the fancy state of the art computer reservation system. Dean makes small talk that it’s a busy night and red jacket comments it’s the only port in the storm. Yeah, neon like that in rural Indiana does indeed stick out like a sore thumb. Come to think of it, anything does that isn’t farm related. He has Dean full out the registration card and then points out Dean has a little shaving nick on his neck. He produces a Kleenex in no time. Dean checks, sure enough, he’s bleeding. Remember this, it’s important for later.
Red jacket with a smile produces the key for Dean and this place is not fancy enough to have key cards? I know a key is retro but the decor hints old with modern thrown in. It just seems off. Yep, that observation is coming from a technology guru. Dean asks if there’s a coffee shop and red jacket boasts about their all you can eat buffet in the hotel. “Best pie in the tri-state area.” So their pie is better than what Ohio and Michigan has to offer? Yeah, probably. That’s not much of a stretch in those parts. That gets Dean smiling.
Next Dean is at a table with many luscious pies and he’s having a hard time choosing which one to have. How about both? A short man in horned rimmed glasses is there and says “Heaven, right?” Dean replies with a smile “Trust me pal, better.” Ha! He would know. Dean then grabs a truffle off one of the pies and eats it. He walks through this nice restaurant with the red table cloths and comes across an Indian woman sitting there enjoying a cosmo. Dean channels his inner Joey Tribbiani. “How you doing?” Seriously? Give me a break. Bad writers, Bad! She says no. Dean tries to talk more and she keeps saying no. Dean tries to get out he means no offense and she understands. “And no.” Well that’s one way to shut Dean down, I guess. It’s all kind of a head scratcher to me.
He goes to the table where Sam is, who has an untouched plate of food. It looks like chicken, a bunch of vegetables and corn on the cob. At least it’s not salad. Sam is checking the Blackberry and looking pretty dire. “Sam, unpucker man, eat something.” Sam wants to hit the road. Dean can’t believe he wants to go in this weather, but Sam gives that as the reason. It’s biblical. “It’s freaking Noah’s ark out there and we’re eating pie.” Oh Sam, come on. For one, you’re not eating pie. You never do. Second, you just worked your way back to greatness in the last few weeks holding things together. You’re back to being a wet blanket again?
Dean looks at him with skepticism. “How many hours of sleep you get this week. Three, four?” Sam brushes it off. You know, I’m trying to figure out how Sam is still standing if that is the case. Bobby has his feelers out and they’ve talked to just about everyone they could in twelve states. Get cracking then, you’ve got 38 more to go. Plus 10 Canadian provinces and 3 territories. When are Sam and Dean going to Canada BTW? Wouldn’t it be nice if a show filmed in Canada for once took place in Canada? Sam declares he’s not giving up. Dean says no one is giving up, especially him. “We’re gonna find a way to beat the Devil, okay, soon, I can feel it, and we’ll find Cas and we’ll find Adam but you are no good to me burnt out.” Sam says okay and puts the phone away. Dean points out they actually get the night off for once and try to enjoy it. Right, when has that ever happened?
The waitress walks by and she goes into the kitchen. Sure enough on the butcher table is half of a human arm. Man, these boys can’t get a break, can they? When are we going to have an episode where Sam and Dean sit in a hot tub drinking beers and flirt with women all hour? Right, season nine. Sam and Dean are in the hallway walking back to their room and see a young honeymooning couple pawing each other. They of course watch and Dean is really being amused. Sam asks Dean if he’s twelve. “I’m young at heart,” Dean replies. Meh, there are so many better ways to answer that. Of course I can’t come up with anything off the top of my head, so I’ll move on.
They enter the room and Dean is impressed, claiming they’re like the Rockefellers. There’s even chocolates on the bed. Dean naturally goes for his and Sam’s as well, but Sam doesn’t seem to care. Dean then gets really excited, for Casa Erotica 13 is On Demand. I’m still wondering how many times he’s see the other twelve. We know Sam took a liking to #4. Sam doesn’t care though because he’s too busy trying to figure out how they stumbled upon this place. “So what’s a four star hotel doing on a no star highway.” Sam, you can’t enjoy anything, can you? Welcome back wet blanket Sam.
The honeymooning couple next door is going at it pretty hot and heavy and Dean has that wicked smile. Then there’s a huge pounding on the wall that breaks it in, almost dislodging the very nice flat screen TV from the wall. Sam and Dean naturally have to check it out and you know, it’s strange to say this, but I’m getting kind of bored. 8 minutes in and this is it? I’ve gotten way too spoiled by other episodes recently. I’m just going to breeze through the next several parts.
Sam and Dean check out the room next door. Couple isn’t there but they find the wedding ring on the floor. They decide to ask red jacket about it at the front desk. He says they checked out just a few minutes ago. Sam notices that being weird since they were in the middle of something. Dean then shows off the ring, so red jacket with his slimy grin says he’ll put that in the lost and found. So Sam and Dean check out the place. Sam follows red jacket but loses him and suddenly he has the same knick on the neck Dean did earlier. Dean gets out the EMF meter (at least it’s good to see that again) and while walking by a room he sees an elephant. Yep, an elephant. He goes back and there’s a black man there in a towel. “This ain’t no peep show man,” he says slamming the door. Um, this going anywhere?