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Recap: Then recap to generic rock guitar bringing us up to speed on the season so far (yes, it’s that dreary) followed by a white Doomed Teaser Guy in an indoor cage match verses a jacked-up Hispanic woman to a bloodthirsty crowd. He’s losing and despite a last-minute rally – in which he reveals werewolf teeth and eyes, then slashes her – he ends up down and bleeding out into a grate that covers the screen while slow, melancholy piano music plays. In the process, we also find out that she’s a Wraith and the crowd (including, presumably, the match organizer nearby in shadow) are all monsters.
Cue title cards.
Cut to Beren’s Kwik Trap in Kansas, where Dean is on a food-and-beer run while Sam is back at the Bunker, dealing with a kitchen full of cooking food. Let’s cut to the chase, since this entire sequence is excruciatingly terrible – the credit card Dean is using (which Charlie gave them back in season nine and which should never fail) is declined and he gets a ticket after nearly being run over by a kid on a skateboard. Meanwhile, Sam ends up ruining dinner after a roast burns in the oven, setting off a fire alarm (why would the Bunker have a wimpy fire alarm like that?), and most of a dish of pasta ends up on the floor. When Dean comes back, Sam trips entering the library to greet him and starts to sneeze from the beginnings of a head cold.
So, first of all, Dean does have cash usually, just in case, and second of all, since when does Sam cook? Dean’s the cook. I know Sam was cooking breakfast with Eileen a few episodes ago, but even Dean noted that was unusual.
Dean has already twigged that something odd is going on with the day. Then they get a call. It’s from Garth, who needs their help. My heart immediately sinks. I am so not a fan of Garth and did not need to see him ever again since last season.
On the way in the Impala, the Brothers argue over whether this is an unusually bad day (Dean’s spidey sense says yes, but Sam is in denial). Sam also infodumps that Castiel is in Heaven, trying to get help from the angels. Dean predicts that will go nowhere (he’s probably right). That’s when the Impala breaks down. They are forced to walk the rest of the way and we get more of that lame piano music (the soundtrack’s not been good this season).
Cut to Garth feeding two babies. Seems he and his wife now have infant twins. And a little girl who seems a bit old for five years or so. The doorbell rings. It’s Sam and Dean. Sam won’t hug because he’s sick, so Dean reluctantly lets Garth hug him. Because people forcing hugs on other people who don’t want them is totally a good thing and cute in Dabb’s playbook (he wrote this episode, for our sins), and not problematical at all.
Garth claims that Dean smells good. This breaks up the hug (because let’s face it, that’s super-creepy). Garth then ask what took them so long. Dean mentions that the car broke down. I do not understand why they didn’t call Garth for a ride.
There’s a huge charge of tonal whiplash from the last episode already building up in this one. Last week, Chuck being locked away meant that darkness would prevail and this would result in mindless hordes of monsters (especially vampires) overwhelming humans and taking over the world. This week, monsters are “just folks” living ordinary lives in the American heartland, with cute matching moppets in high chairs. I really wish the writers would get together and figure out what kind of message they want to send about the show’s central metaphor, the MOTW, because they are all over the place with it from week to week these days.
The Brothers come into the kitchen, where Garth introduces them to his daughter Gertie and his twin sons, Sam and … Castiel. This formation of oldest girl and twin sons is a rather obvious amalgamated shout-out to the two leads’ own children, but the refusal to give one of the kids Dean’s name is gratuitously nasty. We’ve had 14 and a half seasons of this kind of mean-spirited dig at Dean. It stopped being funny about 14 seasons ago and I’m over it. Unfortunately, this episode is not even close to done with that.
Garth and his wife then get into why they called the Brothers. They go into Gertie’s room where DTG is still alive (though mostly comatose) and passed out on her bed under a cute painting of cats. Turns out he is Bess’ cousin and also a pureblood werewolf. He was found by local law enforcement near a swamp in St. Cloud, MN, left for dead. Not sure why he wasn’t then checked into a hospital. He looks pretty beaten up.
Dean notes a large gash on one arm – caused by a knife? Bess clarifies that it was caused by a Wraith. What is going on?
Dean sees a bowl of candy nearby and casually takes some while discussing the case. But suddenly, he groans in pain from biting down on it. And Sam is sneezing like crazy. As they leave the room, Bess says she has a cure for Sam’s cold.
As they head back downstairs, Dean comments to Garth that he has a really nice life and says he deserves it. Garth admits it wasn’t what he was expecting. What he did expect was to be “dead by forty, go out young and pretty.” Instead, he has a beautiful wife and children and life. More tonal dissonance builds up as Dabb completely ignores the trip to Purgatory last week: the eventual Hell where Garth Sue, Creator’s Pet, and his little family will eventually end up. Not so cute, this episode, when you remember that.
Dean keeps poking at his teeth and Garth asks the obvious – are they hurting? After some prodding, Dean admits that they hurt quite a bit and have since yesterday. Garth then has him come into another room in the cellar, which turns out to be a dentist’s office (Garth’s original occupation was dental student, before he slew the Tooth Fairy on his first hunt). He has a steady clientele with all the local werewolves.
Dean demurs when he sees the dentist’s chair, but Garth forces him into it, anyway. Meanwhile, Bess is forcing Sam to drink a mystery concoction that includes (Sam finds out after he drinks it) cayenne pepper. It puts him on the floor and nearly into cardiac arrest, while Bess just steps over him, the daughter giggles, and the twins start to cry. Boy, this joke sure hasn’t aged well with the advent of the Coronavirus, has it?
The most (unintentionally) horrifying part is how all of this is played off as cutesy and funny, with a bassoon tooting in the background throughout the back-and-forth between Sam and Dean’s situations. But it’s really pretty messed up and makes Bess and her kids, in particular (remember that they’re baby werewolves) look like sociopaths. Lovely.
Downstairs, Garth declares in a disapproving tone that Dean (who admits he’s never been to a dentist and whose teeth look great) has 17 cavities. Dabb writes this scene as if Dean were too arrogant and reliant on some nonexistent Hero’s immunity to ordinary woes to take care of his teeth. I’ve got a much better explanation that doesn’t distort long-standing canon – how about Dean spent most of his childhood and adulthood in extreme poverty, and couldn’t afford to go to a dentist, you privileged, sheltered twatwaffle of a showrunner?
Maybe it’s an exaggeration to step up for a fictional character like Dean in this way, but there are real-life people out there who’ve never been able to go to a dentist in their lives and who wish 17 cavities were their only dental issues as a result. This kind of writing mocks and shames such people by victim-blaming anyone who doesn’t go to a dentist regularly. So, go take a flying leap, Andrew Dabb.
Also, this interlude takes forever and brings the entire plot to a screeching halt.
Anyhoo, we (and Dean) get a little mercy when Garth dopes him up on nitrous oxide. Dean then has probably the best dream sequence in the show. It’s undoubtedly the best part of this episode, possibly of the entire season so far, and is probably the most screencapped and giffed of season 15.
In it, a confused Dean finds himself in white coat and tails in the Bunker, with a cane. Red curtains open in front of him and then the dream goes black-and-white. He sees Garth, dressed identically and also with a cane. Garth tips his hat to Dean and then begins to tap dance to Cole Porter’s “Let’s Misbehave” as recorded in 1928 by Irving Aaronson & His Commanders. Dean finds himself also tapdancing. They duet for a bit until Dean, smiling and happy for the first time in a long time, ends up tossing aside his cane (as Garth vanishes) and tapdancing around the room solo. He ends up on top of the map table and tips his hat as the dream irises closed. Dean woozily wakes up with a bloody mouth. Garth’s dentistry looks pretty scary to me.
Later, Sam is recovering from being poisoned by pepper, sitting on the couch, when Bess asks him how he’s doing, after she’s put the kids to bed. He says he feels better (I have no idea how). Dean comes in with a bloody mouth and a cup to spit wads of gauze into.
Garth realizes that something funky is going on (thank you, Captain Obvious). Sam admits that God is trying to kill them – or, more accurately, get them to kill each other. He explains that Chuck is a writer and they are his favorite characters. Garth susses out that he is a “supporting character/guest star,” but doesn’t mind. “Being the Hero sucks!” he declares. The protagonist of the story gets put through the ringer before he (or she) maybe wins in the end. Garth references the origin stories of Batman, Superman and 50 Shades of Grey to illustrate. The latter prompts a “cute” bit between him and Bess about their sex life that I did not need to know.
Anyhoo, Garth’s theory is that Sam and Dean have up to this point led charmed lives in that they did not need to deal with the regular, boring vicissitudes of life because they were the Heroes of the story (mind you, this is coming from a character who is a supernatural monster, so he’s hardly ordinary). Now, I get that this is just Garth’s theory, but it is treated as fact from then on, so we should take Garth as the writers’ mouthpiece in this case.
This is, of course, absolute nonsense that is contradicted by a great deal of canon in the show (hell, it’s completely contradicted by Garth’s continued Sue-ish existence and idyllic current life, in which he has plot armor so dense it bends the rules of the entire SPNverse to accommodate him). It also shows what a terribly trite and shallow writer Dabb is that he would assume this is good writing in the first place.
Dean insists that they are cursed and really, Dean’s not wrong. The way that Dabb portrays the Brother’s “normal” life in fact looks a lot more like a hex or other kind of curse, than anything resembling actual, ordinary human existence. But Garth overrides him and the writing goes with Garth. We even have Garth telling Dean he needs a colonoscopy right away.
At this point, we are mercifully spared any further exploration of this ridiculous retcon by Bess’ cousin calling for her from Gertie’s bedroom.
Everyone runs in as the cousin (boringly named Brad) wakes up and decides to be alarmed at Sam and Dean’s presence. Bess and Garth dodge his question of whether they’re Hunters and tell him they’re “safe.”
Sam then tries on the Puppy Eyes o’ Doom to get him to open up, but it doesn’t work at all (I chuckled, since it never worked on me, either). Fortunately, Bess isn’t above digging her nails/claws into his arm wound. He tells Sam and Dean about the cage match operation (which is also streamed live over the “dark web”) and how it’s to win money. Seems he has “three baby mamas” and needs to pay the bills.
He is, however, quite happy to give up the location of the club (Belgrade, MN, in a warehouse off Peach St.). As the Brothers leave, he starts to mock Dean about going in there with monsters and probably getting killed and Bess gives him an extra dig in the wound for it.
Outside, Garth is worried for the Brothers. He says he doesn’t think they can handle the hunt in their current condition (ugh, Dabb, so much). Dean flatly turns down his offer to come with them, saying that with their bad luck right now, they could get him killed and orphan his family. But then Dean gives a speech that, at the least, is pure Dean the way Ackles delivers it. Dean says that it doesn’t matter that they’re not at their best. With all the monsters in the club, innocent people are likely getting killed and it’s his and Sam’s job to stop that. So, what if they don’t have “the magic horseshoe [that Chuck yanked] out of our ass”? Dean doesn’t see any reason why they should stop saving people and hunting things because their skills are now “ordinary.” He just says, “Bring it!”
Rather than argue, Sam says, “What he said.”
Alas, this bravado won’t stick (because Dabb is determined to humiliate Dean especially with this storyline), but I think Dean’s reaction to losing all of his Hunter mojo is the most heroic thing in the entire show.
Garth does get them new spark plugs, though, and with that, the Impala is back in commission. Off to MN they go. They get there and scope out the place in broad daylight. Sam is so paranoid that he brings a first aid kit and everything else he can think of. Meanwhile, Dean is back to his usual fast food diet because I guess his teeth have already healed? Whatever.
Alas, their luck runs out when they go inside. Dean gets suddenly lactose intolerant due to the several cheese sandwiches he just ate and ends up puking in a grotty bathroom (this would usually go out the other end). So, he’s caught dead to rights by the manager and Sam gets knocked out. They end up in a cage.
The manager comes downstairs to gloat. He knows who they are. He introduces himself as “Cutty.” He’s a shapeshifter and he owns the club. He bring in another contestant, a huge guy named “Maul” and he’s a vampire. Cutty’s going to pit Sam and Dean against Maul.
Dean coolly says they’ve killed far worse monsters than Maul (and he’s right, so what the hell is this stupid plot even about?). Unfortunately, it doesn’t get them cut loose.
Cue a commercial advertising the Wraith who took down Bess’ cousin and advertising Maul’s cage match with Sam and Dean, for the club’s streaming show.
Later that night, the Wraith comes in for her match, while Sam and Dean wait in a cage. Dean manages to pull out a nail and starts trying to pick the lock. Thing is, he can’t. Neither can Sam. I call shenanigans – losing their luck and becoming normal wouldn’t mean they’d lose a lifetime of skills.
Dean is skeptical that Chuck will let them go out like this, though Sam figures Chuck could, at least, let them be paralyzed.
Dean: Not everything we did was because of Chuck.
He gives Sam a rousing speech about how they’ve been Hunting all their lives and they can do this, really. But after the previous match ends (with a Djinn choking out the Wraith), and the announcer starts up, he looks a lot more grim. And when Cutty comes in to get them (wanting them to fight with their shirts off), he finds their cells open and empty.
We get a quick recap of Garth showing up in the crowd, sneaking into the back, and letting the Brothers out. He rips off the locks with his werewolf strength. Gee, thanks, Dabb. There’s no way we could have figured that out without your Really Obvious Instant Replay.
Rather than trying to sneak out in any subtle way, Sam and Dean, with Garth trailing them, belt out right across the parking lot with Dean trying to strategize in mid-flight. Anybody could catch up with them. Garth’s twins could have caught up with them.
Garth then tells them he has a plan. The plan is to bomb the hell out of the club (after we get another instant replay of his laying C4 all over the place). Unfortunately, Maul then comes out. Garth wolfs out and goes up against him, but gets tossed into a car and knocked out.
First Dean and then Sam and then Dean try to fight Maul, without even grabbing any weapons. They’re slammed around. Dean is kicked in the balls and then choked. He manages to get Maul to let him go by tapping on his arm. Then Maul has his head split from behind by Garth with a machete. Garth then announces that Maul got garthed.
I legit facepalmed when I rewatched that. It was that bad.
Cut to Dean holding baby Castiel and Sam holding baby Sam, in Garth and Bess’ living room. Dean comments that baby Castiel keeps looking at him funny. Sam says that must be like the real Castiel, but Dean means that the kid keeps giving him werewolf eyes. He eventually just hands the kid off to Bess, who has packed him a bunch of cheese sandwiches.
Outside, some music starts up and I’m hopeful it’s 80s rock, but no, it’s just more generic soundtrack. The Brothers thank Garth for saving their lives and Dean calls him a real Hero. I throw up in my mouth a little.
Garth asks them what they’re going to do now, what with God himself after them. Sam says they don’t know. Garth then admits he knows of a place you can go in Alaska, between Barrow and Kotzebue (way up near the top of Alaska above the Arctic Circle), if you’ve lost your luck and you need it back. Someone once told him about it: “You’ll know it when you see it.”
Garth (unnecessarily) warns them that there’s always a catch and maybe they could get used to being “normal.” The Brothers, unsurprisingly, demur, since their lives aren’t normal and they have to take on Chuck, anyway. So, off they go to Alaska, but not before watching Garth (suddenly back inside the house) dancing with Bess to Warren Zevon’s “Werewolves of London.” Oh, look, some actual classic rock, albeit one they’ve used before.
Per his dream, Dean comments that he could have been a good dancer (while Sam looks pensive about his glimpse of normal) and Sam says that yeah, Dean was always good at the Macarena. Off they drive, but not before the Impala stalls out again and Dean yells, off-camera, “Son of a bitch!”
The show dropped to a 0.2/1 and dipped below a million (0.99 million) in audience for the first time ever. That gives you an idea of the poor reception this episode received.
Review: Buckle up, ’cause I’m about to do to this episode what Unfortunate Ethnic Butch Lesbian Stereotype Killer Wraith did to Boring Deadbeat Bio Werewolf Daddy Brad in the teaser. DJ Qualls coming out of the closet right before the episode aired didn’t help any with Killer Wraith’s portrayal (or Garth constantly hugging and sniffing Dean), especially since Garth is indisputably straight in the episode. But hey, dude, welcome to the LGBT fold, anyway.
For me, this episode is the nadir of the season so far and damned close to the worst for the entire show. It’s not just that it retcons the show’s blue collar premise, and denigrates the Brothers’ many achievements, by fatuously attributing them to some kind of “hero’s” luck. It’s not just that this entire retcon is in fanservice to giving Garth Sue, the ultimate Creator’s Pet, a cute send-off that makes no damned sense (by the logic of the show, he and his family should have died bloody).
It’s not just that said pattern of dumbing down the Brothers to make this grating guest character look good has been in place ever since Garth first appeared on the show (remember when Garth was immune to that (un)lucky penny when even the Brothers weren’t because his heart was pure or some such balderdash?). It’s not even that the MOTW (werewolves) is one of the lamest monsters the show ever did, certainly the lamest recurring monster they insist on bringing back, and that the premise of underground cage matches for non-human or super-human characters was already old and moldy when Dark Angel did it two decades ago. Hell, I did a Joe and Methos fanfic version of it for my Highlander series about 18 years ago that was frankly a lot more brutal than this episode and the idea was a cliche already, then.
No, it’s because so much of the above makes this episode a dog’s dinner that is nigh on unwatchable, especially the second time round. The only genuinely good part is Dean’s dance dream, which I suspect was something on Jensen Ackles’ wish list that they just tossed in there. The rest is … really bad. I don’t know when the writers intend to make this season actually good, but the second half of it starts after this episode, so they need to hurry up.
The episode is obviously intended to be a bit meta and a comedic, shmaltzy send-off for Garth. That doesn’t excuse its also being stuffed with splintered canon, unnecessary retcon, and lazy writing, most of it not very funny (Jensen Ackles and Padalecki tried very hard to goof it up, and may even have had fun doing so, but the writing still fell flat as a souffle pancake). For a start, Cutty and his audience know all about who Sam and Dean are, yet Brad the cousin doesn’t recognize them. He just thinks they look like Hunters for some random reason. Say, what, now? Make up your mind, writers.
The episode acts as though the entire storyline with alt-Michael never happened last season – hell, it completely ignores the alternate future monster apocalypse from last week. There are no souped-up monsters whatsoever. Even the club denizens are depressingly ordinary.
Garth blows up an entire building full of his fellow beasts with a cheery smile and there is no fallout whatsoever from his helping the Winchesters. Dean’s rationale (with which both Sam and Garth agree without demur) for raiding the club is completely counter-intuitive. The monsters are only killing other monsters and not intentionally. Why not let them work out their own aggressions on each other and kill each other off? Why go in at all, especially when the Brothers are under a curse?
Then there’s this stupid idea of “normal” that the show has. Since when does being normal mean you forget skills you learned with practice and have been using for forty years? Since when can’t the Brothers pick a lock? Or fight? And why does Dean get the brunt of this idiocy? None of it makes any sense and it’s a little heart-breaking to see these current writers (especially the current showrunner, who wrote this piece of dreck) not even try, anymore.
Garth did not need a cutesy send-off in the middle of a final season that should not have been loaded down with this much filler. And it didn’t need to look like this.
A note about the dance sequence. According to dancer and choreographer Christian Lagasse, he and another dancer were originally hired to double for DJ Qualls and Jensen Ackles, but the two actors did so well with it that they were able to learn the entire thing themselves in time to film it all. According to Qualls, Ackles learned the routine in an hour and patiently helped Qualls (who was terrified) with it. Qualls said he accidentally broke some lamps in his hotel room while practicing.
Let’s discuss the retcon. First, it was very unpopular with many fans, in a way the showrunners should have seen coming miles away (so it makes you wonder why they went this route). I get Chuck cursing them. That’s a logical step for a not-quite-omnipotent demiurge figure who’s afraid his favorite creations might actually deep-six him. But real, ordinary life, even in the SPNverse, looks nothing like what happened to Sam and Dean in this episode. We already know what this looks like – it looks like a curse.
Look, Sam and Dean have not been skipping out on ordinary life for 14 and a half seasons until Andrew Dabb, in his “infinite wisdom,” decided to introduce them to it. We’ve seen them deal with car trouble and have to walk into town (“Everybody Loves a Clown”). We’ve seen them deal with food poisoning (Dean in “Wishful Thinking” and there’s a bit in season seven involving them being hungry in the middle of nowhere, with only a spoiled egg salad sandwich left to eat). We know they get hungry and not-so-occasionally starve (the conversation about the Rougarou in “Metamorphosis”). We’ve seen them brush their teeth as a daily morning routine (a few hundred times in “Mystery Spot”). We’ve seen them deal with injuries major and minor (to the point where Sam’s head injuries have become a running gag and Dean once cut off his own cast after breaking his femur early in season seven).
We’ve watched them engage in car maintenance (many episodes, but especially “Fresh Blood”). We’ve watched them do their laundry (“The Monster at the End of this Book”). Until they were finally and definitively declared dead (pick your time), they were incessantly in trouble with the police and there was that time in the season three finale when Dean killed a possessed cop at a traffic stop over a broken tail-light. Every single weeChesters episode (of which we will get one more this season) involved a lot of waiting for Dad and experiencing boring, depressing, hungry lives in grotty motel rooms. And the show dials down their fighting skills all the time because the writers are too lazy to dial up the formidability of the monsters.
In fact, the original premise of the show involved two ordinary young men with no special powers (save for Sam’s visions) going up against supernatural creatures with powers that made them very dangerous to engage. Sure, Sam and Dean have upgraded a lot, but they have done so mostly by honing their skills and acquiring new weapons. Yes, they have discovered they were archangel vessels and whatnot, but the point here is that the arc of what they became is realistic in the context of the SPNverse. Their only real advantage was Chuck’s resurrecting them over and over again. And since the show has beings who are literally billions of years old, that’s not that big of a deal. I mean, just what do Dabb & Co. think Chuck was entertaining himself with in the 13.7 billion years before Sam and Dean showed up?
If this is truly what Dabb thinks constitutes the difference between a “hero” and an “ordinary person,” then he needs to stop ripping off the titles of books he never seems to have actually read and check out what Joseph Campbell actually wrote.
The character who is truly unrealistic in this episode, to the point of distorting the entire SPNverse out of shape to accommodate him, is Garth. Garth is a Mary Sue. Everyone is dumbed down to make him look good. This includes Sam and Dean. Garth is the one who gets into Hunting and survives despite being profoundly naive and stupid. Garth gets turned into a monster and abandons Kevin, yet still manages to get a happy ending with other monsters who are virtually indistinguishable from ordinary humans in their everyday lives. Garth gives the Brothers sage advice, even though the advice is really bad and he has no clue what he’s talking about. Nevertheless, the writers assure us that he is right.
And yes, against all SPNverse logic, Garth gets a happy ending. Not even Charlie, a truly blatant and obnoxious Mary Sue, got that. That’s why this is a terrible episode.
It’s as though Dabb has entirely forgotten that this is a horror show (the Nepotism Duo are perpetually clueless about this fact). As in the execrable 200th episode, “Fan Fiction,” the only on-screen kill we get is a monster – Maul (like Darth Maul, geddit? Hahahahaha). Garth also blows up a building full of monsters, but this is off-screen and Maul survived it, so I’m not sure that counts. No humans die. In fact, aside from Sam and Dean, the only human in the story is the clerk with psoriasis who declines Dean’s credit card at the beginning of the story.
Since the audience is looking for horror subtext in what is, at the end of the day, a horror story, we latch onto any moment of tonal disconnect. One such occurs when Bess and her daughter are giggling at Sam’s choking on the floor. I’m pretty sure it’s unintentional (because we’re supposed to like and root for Garth and his family), but it comes off as very creepy and colors more darkly how I perceive the entire family.
The whole episode suffers from logic dysfunction surrounding the ongoing discussion about a concept of “normal” dependent on obliviously ordinary human life (like that of the clerk in the beginning), when literally no one else in the story besides the clerk fits that category. In sociology, they use the term “normative” rather than “normal” because people’s concepts of “normal” are so heavily based on the specific culture from which they spring.
By basing his concept of “normal” in the episode on Swedish Middle America human “normal” rather than monster “normal,” Dabb keeps inadvertently exposing how fake that concept really is in light of how superficially it fits Garth and Bess. And this has got to be inadvertent because Garth and Bess’ “normal” and “ordinary” lives are contrasted in such an intentionally positive way with Sam and Dean’s screwed-up, abnormal, “heroic” lives.
Dabb might as well hang a lead weight on the audience’s suspension of disbelief at this point. In “The Heroes’ Journey” (and too often in this season, as with the whole “Ghosts in broad daylight with combat boots” deal at the beginning), that suspension comes crashing down. In the wake of it, we’re left with a bunch of guest stars and extras with plastic teeth (if that) and whatever sensawunda might have been built up evaporates. Every time Garth “wolfed out,” I snorted in laughter because he looked like a dork. I’ve been more horrified by Beatrix Potter than I was at any point in this episode.
I have to finish by talking about the classic rock – or should I say, its lack – this season. I didn’t mind “Let’s Misbehave” (and it would be really nice if that were foreshadowing for Dean doing some ass-kicking of Chuck down the line), and it was nice to hear “Werewolves of London” again (even if, like AC/DC’s “For Those About to Rock” in season nine’s “Slumber Party,” it’s been used twice now to cover up terrible writing and to send off Creator’s Pet characters many fans felt had overstayed their welcome), but this is the final season and there has been almost no classic rock whatsoever. They really couldn’t fit that into the damned budget? The sad piano in this one got mighty tired after a while and I’m really over that generic guitar riff. The least the showrunners could do is jazz up their crap final season with a better and more iconic soundtrack.
The Kripke Years
The Gamble Years
The Carver Years
The Dabb Years