S11E17 -Red Meat
Written By: Robert Berens & Andrew Dabb
Directed By: Nina Lopez-Corrado
Well, we got our first female directed episode last night…. and, Chuck help me, it hurt like Hell. Now, I need therapy. I was late with this review because I’ve been hiding in my closet in the fetal position since The Show ended last night.
I am so not joking.
If you haven’t seen the episode yet, be sure to have a box of tissue and a therapist on speed dial when you do.
I mean, I knew it was going to be rough from the moment (a few weeks ago) when I read the spoiler that Sammy got shot in the episode. Because, as addicts… uh, I mean, FANS of The Show will tell you, when Sammy gets hurt … Dean will kill your feels. And, this Dean girl hurt FOR him. There’s a moment when Dean is pleading with The Reaper Billie (played by Lisa Berry) to “Bring him back, and take me instead”. You can see the tears welling up in his eyes and you’re wondering how he’s holding them back because you’ve already flooded your living room. I wasn’t crying that hard. Really. I’m just using metaphors and stuff, cause, you know, I’m a writer. Then there’s that moment when Billie tells him that the kicker is that Sammy’s not even dead. You can see every muscle in Dean’s body just relax in relief. And, you let out the breath that you didn’t even notice you were holding until then. You did. Not me. Because again, I’m just using metaphors and stuff.
Really.
I do have to say that it was a real treat to see BAMF Sammy in this episode. We see BAMF Dean a LOT. But, even after being shot and smothered, while bleeding profusely, Sam managed to take out two werewolves and make it back to Dean in time to take out another and save his brother. Now that’s a BAMF right there…. but it’s just another day of the week for a Winchester.
The best part of the episode wasn’t a line this week. It was that moment when Sam made it back to Baby. He fell against her rear quarter panel and sort of patted her trunk, before digging in his pocket for his phone to call Dean. When he made it to Baby, did you fist pump the air and yell out “Yes!” loud enough to make the neighbors think you were having a romantic encounter in the bedroom? No? So, it was just me then? That’s cool…maybe next time.
Can’t wait ’til next week when they emotionally compromise me again.
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