SPN: Heaven and Hell
Nov. 20th, 2008 09:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
superbadgirlBut only because I took my glasses off the second they started playing the bad porno music and my vision is -11 in both eyes. Who needs a pillow to hide one's face in when there's being practically blind? Really, though, I saw no chemistry between Dean and Anna, and even if I did? Do not want.
Anyway.
This is the first episode this year which didn't feel like SPN to me. It was ... flat. Rather uninteresting through most of it.
This hiatus is awfully long, isn't it? Seems like it. Maybe because we got a Christmas episode last year.
Anyway, again.
Yeah, so the beginning of the ep was all right. It got rather yucky in spots during the middle (Seriously got a Winchester-romance-little-womenz-sweet-couply vibe for a while. Do not want. Does not fit.), and by yucky I mean boring.
WTF is going to Bobby's but not actually featuring Bobby all about? Give me Bobby over Ruby and Anna any day of the week. For really reals.
Pamela grabbing Sam's butt? Okay, a bit ridiculous, but it made me smile. I still like her, though she laughs too much.
Oh, Dean, choosing Sam over all else. *squishes him*
For the briefest of seconds, I was worried for Castiel. Now, I could take that guy or leave him, but I don't want him beaten by some demon, yo. Plus, I like that Uriel disdainfully admitted to Dean that Castiel likes him (as in platonically).
Oh, Dean. The last five minutes, you pwned my soul like you did countless others in Hell. And, boy? You can't be blamed for that, no matter what jackass angels and your twisted conscience say. Hell, Dean. You were in Hell. Normal rules do not apply, and 30 years of torture is a really long time. (Oh, my, I'm typing directly to a fictional character here. I'm a pint of blood low, give me a break. I'm lucky to be conscious right now.) I still can't reconcile why it took the angels that long to yank him out, given what Sam was up to and given what we now know Dean was up to. All preventable. Yeah, yeah, if they'd done that, no drama for this year. But it doesn't make sense!
Sam's reaction to Dean's words? Also broke my heart. I half expected him to tell Dean that, no, Dean didn't want to not feel, from firsthand experience. It's good he didn't, but I still could see that.
Short story even shorter: this one won't go on my favorites list, but the last five minutes broke me.
Total aside, I missed the bus to make it to the blood bank in time for my appointment after work and had to walk the whole way. It's only a couple miles, but I didn't have my sneakers with me today. The boots I was wearing were not made for walking, that's for dang sure. I have blisters in places I never thought could blister. I hope they subside a bit overnight.
I'm a hurtin' unit.
Anyway.
This is the first episode this year which didn't feel like SPN to me. It was ... flat. Rather uninteresting through most of it.
This hiatus is awfully long, isn't it? Seems like it. Maybe because we got a Christmas episode last year.
Anyway, again.
Yeah, so the beginning of the ep was all right. It got rather yucky in spots during the middle (Seriously got a Winchester-romance-little-womenz-sweet-couply vibe for a while. Do not want. Does not fit.), and by yucky I mean boring.
WTF is going to Bobby's but not actually featuring Bobby all about? Give me Bobby over Ruby and Anna any day of the week. For really reals.
Pamela grabbing Sam's butt? Okay, a bit ridiculous, but it made me smile. I still like her, though she laughs too much.
Oh, Dean, choosing Sam over all else. *squishes him*
For the briefest of seconds, I was worried for Castiel. Now, I could take that guy or leave him, but I don't want him beaten by some demon, yo. Plus, I like that Uriel disdainfully admitted to Dean that Castiel likes him (as in platonically).
Oh, Dean. The last five minutes, you pwned my soul like you did countless others in Hell. And, boy? You can't be blamed for that, no matter what jackass angels and your twisted conscience say. Hell, Dean. You were in Hell. Normal rules do not apply, and 30 years of torture is a really long time. (Oh, my, I'm typing directly to a fictional character here. I'm a pint of blood low, give me a break. I'm lucky to be conscious right now.) I still can't reconcile why it took the angels that long to yank him out, given what Sam was up to and given what we now know Dean was up to. All preventable. Yeah, yeah, if they'd done that, no drama for this year. But it doesn't make sense!
Sam's reaction to Dean's words? Also broke my heart. I half expected him to tell Dean that, no, Dean didn't want to not feel, from firsthand experience. It's good he didn't, but I still could see that.
Short story even shorter: this one won't go on my favorites list, but the last five minutes broke me.
Total aside, I missed the bus to make it to the blood bank in time for my appointment after work and had to walk the whole way. It's only a couple miles, but I didn't have my sneakers with me today. The boots I was wearing were not made for walking, that's for dang sure. I have blisters in places I never thought could blister. I hope they subside a bit overnight.
I'm a hurtin' unit.
