Charlie: "Real life role-playing is hard."
That was just lovely.
I've talked before about how this freaking show can't hold on to a good female character, but their luck may have changed. You wouldn't think a character like Charlie would fit in so well in the Supernatural-verse, but does she ever. And it made sense that exposure to the boys would make her start hunting. The only real difference was that while Charlie lost her parents tragically when she was a child, she didn't lose them to monsters. (Although one could argue that drunk drivers are a special type of monster.)
There was this lovely little sister vibe going on between Dean and Charlie as he took her out shopping for her very own FBI duds ("Montage!") and on the job with him as special agents Hicks and Ripley (I sure knew where those names came from). She got the hang of it remarkably fast; she even pulled off asking a djinn for fashion advice.
And how nice that the boys got a local case so that they could hang around the Batcave, which gets more awesome every week. A gun range? A dead zone for cell phones? I also liked revisiting good stuff from previous episodes, like the Carver Edlund books, the djinns, and the dream potion. And while they were on the job, Charlie held the FBI badge upside down, like Castiel did the first time he worked a job with Dean.
In the end, after defeating the djinn together, Dean and Charlie were both able to "let go" of their loved one. The hugs at the end -- Dean and Charlie, and then Dean and Sam -- actually got to me. It was way past time for Dean to let Sam make his own decisions. And when Charlie went into her mother's hospital room, all I could think of was, please don't let something jump out at her. Please don't let her mother be possessed by demons or something. Just let it be a nice, touching ending. And it was.
Charlie uses famous writers' last names as aliases: Bradbury, LeGuin, Tolkien. But apparently, her real surname is Milton. Yes, John Milton, another famous writer, but do you all recall that Anna the angel's last name was also Milton? Notice a physical resemblance? Was this just eight-seasons-too-much-stuff-to-keep-track-of, or was it deliberate? And if it was deliberate, what does it mean?
At any rate, I want more Charlie. Couldn't she come back next season and dig through the Men of Letters archives?
Bits and pieces:
-- The djinn's name was Jennifer. Or possibly Djinnifer.
-- The title of the episode should have clued me in that the opener was a dreamscape, but no: I thought we'd gone back in time again and that it was somehow related to the Men of Letters bunker.
-- Loved the eyepatch and bandoliers.
-- Yes, I enjoyed Charlie's little fashion show set to "Walking on Sunshine". But honestly, does Jensen Ackles rock a costume, or what? He looked better than a recruiting poster in that uniform from 1951.
-- This week: in and around the bunker in Kansas.
(Dean tosses Sam a beer. Sam misses it. Beer and glass everywhere.)
Dean: "That's why we don't have nice things, Sam."
Charlie: "Did those books really happen? Wow. That is some meta madness. Thanks for saving the world and stuff. (To Sam) Sorry you have zero luck with the ladies."
Sam: "We need to find every single copy of those books and burn them."
Charlie: "They're online now, so good luck with that."
Charlie: "What about Castiel? He seems helpful and dreamy."
Dean: "Charlie, talk to the witness."
Charlie: "But I don't want to miss the bro-ment."
Dean: "Who the hell is she, Jason Bourne?"
Djinn: "You're not going anywhere."
Charlie: "Wilhelm scream."
Djinn: "Do you know what I smell on you?"
Charlie: "Deodorant? A little pee, maybe?"
Charlie: "Come with me if you want to live. I've always wanted to say that."
Charlie: "It's an infinite loop, like Pac-Man without level 256."
Dean: "Level what?"
Apparently, if you survive to level 256, the game crashes.
Charlie: "I love you."
Dean: "I know."
Outstanding. Four out of four Wilhelm screams,
Billie Doux is the founder of Doux Reviews and has been reviewing her favorite shows for a ridiculously long time. More Billie Doux.