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- Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins
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The case at the center of tonight’s Supernatural was a pretty disgusting one. It involved a monster that used a trunk-like appendage to suck and consume fat from humans. Gross as that is, though, I’d rather watch 20 minutes of some monster called a
Fish Taco Pishtaco munching on a portly midwesterner than 20 seconds of Sam and Dean hurling harsh truths at each other. Because at least I can turn away from the former. With the latter, there’s no choice but to sit there and watch those two battle it out, knowing all along that it’s impossibly to truly choose a side in the brother battle.
Once again, I’m exhausted by these boys. And need a hug.
A Winchester brother confrontation was to be expected, though. Following last week’s episode — when Sam told Dean that he, essentially, wanted to keep their interactions on a professional but not brotherly level — we knew that Dean would be harboring some feelings of bitterness this week. And indeed he was. He was also drinking like Frat Boy after finals.
At the top of the hour, the tension was broken when Dean came across an article about a deflated man. [Insert your own Biggest Loser joke here.] The investigation into this case — and a few others — eventually led them to a weight loss resort run by a couple named Larry and Mariza.
At that point, Dean and Sam were still unsure about what they were up against and decided an undercover op was in order — Sam was a personal trainer and Dean, who totally failed the interview portion, was a cook. [Side note: This is the part where I personally thank the writers for penning a script that required Sam to wear shorts and a muscle tee. American heroes, all of you.]
In their stations, Sam soon discovered that everyone at the clinic had gone through Cupping Therapy, which is said to rid your body of toxins. (Thanks to 2004 Gwyneth Paltrow, I was already familiar with the practice, but I don’t recommend searching the term much further because if you’re anything like me, you’ll click Google image search and be presented with a series of terrifying pictures that are more disturbing than any fat-sucking monster.) Combined with Dean’s knowledge that the couple was putting roofies in the pudding — something he found out the hard way — the brothers determined that the monster was drugging the clients so they wouldn’t remember being fed on. It didn’t take long before the rest of the pieces of the case came together: Mariza was a Fish Taco and had been eat fat but only in moderation — enough for clients to be happy but not dead. But her brother, a kitchen worker at the clinic, was the one sucking people to death. By the end, the brother was dead and, unfortunately, so was Mariza’s husband, who had been killed by her brother in a confrontation earlier. She, however, got away with a slap on the wrist and a one-way ticket to Peru. Even that simple decision, though, caused a little friction between the brothers.
Every mini-spat between them in this episode, though, stemmed from the bigger issue. By the end of the episode, there was no more holding back. Dean told Sam that he believed that he had acted in Sam’s best interest both at the church when he convinced him to give up on the trials and at the hospital when he saved his life by letting Gadreel (who he thought was Ezekiel) into Sam’s noggin. “I may not think things all the way through, but what I do, I do because it’s the right thing,” he told Sam. “I’d do it again.” But that was the problem, Sam explained. “You think you’re my savior, my brother the hero. You swoop in and even when you mess up, you think what you’re doing is worth it because you’ve convinced yourself you’re doing more good than bad. But you’re not.”
When Sam took a seat at the table to fight with Dean, I knew we were in for a whopper because I only sit down to fight when I know I can win. And I knew Sam would have the last — possibly painful — word here. “You didn’t save me for me. You did it for you,” he told Dean. “I was ready to die. I was ready. I should have died. But you didn’t want to be alone. But that’s what all this boils down to. You can’t stand the thought of being alone.”
That was the gut-punch, in my opinion. You saw it written all over Dean’s face when he defensively turned away from the conversation, faux-laughing at the absurdity of the claim. “You’re more than willing to do the sacrifice,” Sam continued, “as long as you’re not the one being hurt.”
Dean tried a hypothetical. “If the situation was revered, and I was dying, you’d do the same thing.” The problem with this approach? Sam wouldn’t. “Same circumstances, I wouldn’t.”
The debates over both arguments can go on for days. But can we agree on one thing: These two actors were SO good in this scene. Agree?
Beard Watch (New feature…because I can):
I will call this one, “Nice peach fuzz”
Sam: Any idea what the vic weighed beforehand?
Dean: So, 180. Known fact: All women lie about their weight and age.
Sam: Wait, you told that waitress the other day you were 29.
Dean: We should split up. One of us should hit the morgue, the other should stay here and question the staff.
[Both see a hot girl]
Sam: I’ll stay.
Dean: Ain’t gonna happen.
Dean: Because you’re weird around girls.
Sam: What does that mean — weird?
Dean: You’re awkward. Weird. Sam Weird. Sorry, man, I’m just being honest.
Dean: How the hell do you know anything about yoga?
Sam: You’re not the only one who’s dated someone bendy.
“Kickin’ ass and takin’ names.” — Dean