#(if she knew he did that..hooooboy

[hells-beloved-queen]

(Ayo Lucifer. I think someone has been giving eyes @ your woman.

👀

[mittensmorgul]

9.13, The Purge.

DONNA!

And again, we have another interspecies romantic couple, wherein another memeber of one of their families is bitter and angry and ready to tear down the whole peaceful, loving relationship and everything the couple has built together (9.11 had Cain and Colette who were destroyed by Abaddon in revenge, and 9.12 had Bess and Garth... not necessarily interspecies once Garth became a werewolf, but monster love in a human way, almost destroyed by Bess' stepmother for revenge). Now we have a relatively benign monster, who with the love of her human husband found a way to not only survive, but to thrive AND benefit humanity in the process, destroyed by the gluttony of her monstrous brother.

(huh, it just occurred to me that that covers Wrath, Pride, and Gluttony... I guess Vesta covered Lust, Metatron's pretty much got Greed wrapped up I mean... he wanted Heaven for himself. where's Envy and Sloth? this is irrelevant rambling I just loled at myself for...)

While I'm already wandering around pointlessly, please enjoy this commentary free quote:

SAM: Any idea what the vic weighed beforehand? OFFICER: 165 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: Mm-hmm.

(okay I lied, there's commentary-- Dean was right, she was 180 according to the scale, so...)

Here have another:

DEAN: [smirking] Nice shorts. SAM: [quickly shoots back] Nice hairnet. DEAN: Yeah, why do I got to be the lunch lady? SAM: Since when have you ever complained about being around food? DEAN: Okay, this is not food. [Another kitchen staffer named ALONSO gets DEAN's attention.] ALONSO: Hey, new guy. Quit flirtin' with the trainer and keep scoopin', huh?

(because how does that look to an outsider? Like Dean's flirting with Sam and Sam is not reciprocating... he doesn't tell Sam not to flirt)

Unfortunately, Donna accidentally "outs" Sam to the human husband of the pishtaco as a hunter, and he tries to confront her brother on his own, far too trusting because he's supposedly "family." Meanwhile, Dean's unwittingly discovered how they prepare the patients for their fat suctioning... by eating some of the drugged pudding, salted caramel-- the best of both worlds, salty and sweet, and collapsing on a bag of sweet potatoes in the storage closet he's gone to hide in to eat his contraband pudding... (he's supposed to be setting a good example for the spa guests by eating the healthy food, not the one treat in the whole place). And just one look at the "supplements," and Dean recognizes them as roofies.

Family drama, monster style. because the Winchesters are still struggling with their own family drama:

SAM: Wait, Dean. We're not gonna kill Maritza. DEAN: She's a monster. SAM: Yeah, who saved our asses. DEAN: You said that you wanted to keep things strictly business. Well, last I checked, we were in the business of killing monsters. SAM: I wanted to keep things strictly business between us. But I still have a heart. What if I had crossed paths with a hunter back when I was possessed by Gadreel? I could've ended up dead, too. Would I have deserved that? Would I have deserved to die? DEAN [gives up the argument seeing it is a losing battle]: So, one-way ticket to Peru?

And to a degree, Dean’s just being extra-literal here for the sake of making his point. But in another respect, we are also starting to see the beginnings of the Mark of Cain’s effect on him, too, which probably isn’t helping anything either. At the beginning of this episode, he admitted to Sam he wasn’t sleeping, which is always a bad sign...

But also? Dean spends a good bit of words at the end of the episode explaining his position. The whole final scene of this episode is the codependency on display in painful fashion-- the fact that Dean is SHOCKED to discover that Sam wouldn’t have done the same to save Dean that Dean did without THINKING to save Sam, because Dean doesn’t realize he behaves more like Sam’s parent than his brother. The fact that Sam doesn’t understand why Dean saved him because he thinks it’s just because Dean doesn’t want to be alone, but hooooboy it’s so much more than that, going back to 1.01 when Dean was four and was charged with the Sacred Duty Of Protecting Sam that became his life’s mission (when anything less was failure and literally rejection by John, as we saw in 9.07). But neither of them understand this divide, and it’s only getting worse right now.

Sam actually saying to Dean that he’ll make sacrifices as long as it’s not him getting hurt, and HECK Sam, have you actually ever been paying attention here? Dean effectively sacrificed his entire damn life for you, and you don’t think that hurt him at all? YIKES. I know he’s feeling betrayed here, but... YIKES.

heck I don’t think it really starts to get better until late s11, and then only slowly...

under a cut, because it’s a long bit of dialogue for reference:

DEAN About what you said the other day. SAM [with an "I knew it" face] I thought it didn't bother you. DEAN [softly]: You know, Sam, I saved your hide back there. And I saved your hide at that church... And the hospital. I may not think things all the way through. Okay? But what I do, I do because it's the right thing. I'd do it again. SAM: And that... is the problem. 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. [DEAN's blank eyes stare at him] I mean, Kevin's dead, Crowley's in the wind. We're no closer to beating this angel thing. Please tell me, what is the upside of me being alive? DEAN [shocked]: You kidding me? You and me -- fighting the good fight together. SAM [sighing in frustration almost leaves but then decides to explain. He come into the kitchen and sits down across from DEAN, who draws back unconsciously] Okay. Just once, be honest with me. You didn't save me for me. You did it for you. DEAN [totally confused] What are you talkin' about? SAM: I was ready to die. I was ready. I should have died, but you... You didn't want to be alone, and that's what all this boils down to. You can't stand the thought of being alone. DEAN [drawing back and standing up] All right. SAM: I'll give you this much. You are certainly willing to do the sacrificing as long as you're not the one being hurt. DEAN: All right, you want to be honest? If the situation were reversed and I was dying, you'd do the same thing. SAM [very softly]: No, Dean. I wouldn't. [He looks up and meets DEAN's shocked eyes.] Same circumstances...I wouldn't. I'm gonna get to bed.

[heedra]

OOOO #2, #13, #17, #4, #19

2.) When did you start role playing? How old were you?My first experience with tabletop was in fifth grade, when I was ten years old. I’d just skipped the fourth grade, and my parents had encouraged me to join the after-school game club for fifth-graders so I might be able to make some friends in my new grade. I was too shy and knew too little about the game at the time to do more than play one session and stop going, but the realization that a game existed where I could make my character attempt to do anything I could think of rocked my world. I dabbled several more times with the game throughout my childhood but it wasn’t until freshman year of college that I finally had the chance to really see what it was like, and to get hooked.13.) Your most ridiculous character.I once convinced a dm to let me play a rotund little bard lady with a ukelele who was secretly a glamoured tyrannosaurus rex. Not an anthro t-rex, mind you- an actual full-sized sentient dinosaur from a race of other full-sized sentient (and occasionally psionic) dinosaurs. It was Very Silly and i look back on it with a bit of regret because I realize now that some of the other players in that campaign were really hoping to play a serious game.17.) Something that shouldn’t have worked, but did. Ok, this one is a little more on the ST’s head than mine but, in my most recent exalted game, my abyssal fella Phoenix ended up, on top of his already-existing slow decay into a horrid ghoul man, getting pretty dang wyld-mutated due to poor life choices. My ST thought that a funny mutation to give him would be a frog tongue. It sounded pretty harmless in theory, but he made the innocent mistake of basically making it a tool with which one could make grapple checks at short range. In the hands (or mouth, as it were) of a character that had so many strength and brawl dots that they were spilling out of his pockets this turned into not so much a funny gimmick as a buff third arm that just happened to be in his mouth and could also chokehold people from a couple yards away. My ST was subsequently horrified at what he’d created for pretty much every session afterwards, because I think he’d assumed that my character would be embarrassed enough about it to use it infrequently but unfortunately its not like a man who’d already stopped caring about his physical self image the moment his nose rotted off is going to suddenly get self-conscious about the idea of using his Horrible Mouth Arm at every pertinent opportunity. It was a menace.4.) Describe the first game you ever ran or played in.It was a DnD 3.5 game where we were all playing irreputable jackasses. It only lasted like two and a half sessions. We stole the title deed to an inn and sold it on the black market. That was all we did. (Still, it got me interested in and excited about the game!)19.) Your most memorable in-character moment.HOOOOBOY, this one is pretty damn hard to nail down because i’ve played in enough really good games that I have a large collection of quality tabletop moments. I think that if I HAD to pick, it would probably be the moment in the zombie-survival game i was in freshman-sophomore year where I was playing the doctor/primary tank of a small group of survivors. At one point, we ended up getting threatened by the remnants of the local mafia and my character got so indignant that she angrily hailed them on the radio and delivered a passionate and enraged Navy Seal Copypasta speech which she then later made good on against all possible odds, until the mafia was literally fucking disbanded entirely. It makes the top because I think it’s the most ‘into the role’ I ever managed to get playing any character ever.