by Billie Doux
So not a lot happened. Except that Mick Davies was meandering over to the boys' side of the morality fence, and it got him killed. And now we know for certain that the British Men of Letters are terrible, awful, no good, irredeemable assassins who actually make their own kiddie recruits kill each other because of some arbitrary "Code" that they pretend to live by.
Seriously, though. Poor Mick. He had a worse childhood than Dean and Sam — no, strike that, he had a worse childhood than Oliver Twist. Those flashbacks to the headmistress's office with the dagger and the tarp on the floor where Mick had to kill his best friend were a nightmare. Okay, a little over the top with the evil. I tend to prefer more shades of gray in my villains.
This season really does seem to be about shades of gray in the hunting community. The British Men of Letters and Mick in particular were ready to kill Kelly Kline on sight, while Dean and Sam are still determined to save her life if they possibly can. The boys nearly got Kelly away from Dagon, too; loved Sam's faux British accent on the phone pretending to be the doctor's office while Dagon was out shopping for prenatal supplements. (That poor doctor. I knew he was toast, even after Dagon brainwashed him.) Dagon informed Kelly that birthing a nephilim is always fatal, and I'm thinking, not a great move, Dagon. Telling Kelly that isn't going to make her more docile, you know.
It was nice to see Eileen Leahy again, although it's a drag that, like the Winchesters, she is now marked for death. She's a good hunter, and her little thing for Sam is still adorable. Was he reciprocating her interest, just a little bit? It certainly wasn't Eileen's fault that Dagon was unkillable; when she fired the bullet from the Colt, it passed right through Dagon and hit Renny Rawlings. I guess that means that a Prince or Princess of Hell is one of the five things that the Colt cannot kill, right? (Oops, check the comments. I completely spaced out Azazel!)
What I'm wondering about now, of course, is Mary Winchester, who is apparently using Ketch for sex after their little side trips killing things together. (How revolting. Although I must say that I liked their little bit of role reversal where he was wondering where their relationship was going while she was pretty much saying "Nowhere, it's sex, get over it.") Ketch even talked about how he started out thinking he'd have to kill her and hadn't expected to be sleeping with her instead. Will Ketch's admiration for Mary Winchester influence him at all? Probably not. Ketch went to Kendricks Academy with Mick, after all, and didn't seem a bit choked up about him.
I'm not sure why it was a theme, but everybody in this episode called everybody else a dog. Renny Rawlings was Hess's lapdog. Hess told Mick that "Hunters are dogs, Mr. Davies. You give them an order, they obey. That's how it works." Meanwhile, in Hell, Crowley called Lucifer "Marmaduke" and "Good puppy. Puppy want to play?"
Unfortunately, Lucifer was clever enough to make soundless threats during Crowley's rousing pep talk to his top demons, and now one particular demon is helping Lucifer outwit the rune problem with his vessel.
Really. Crowley ought to know better than to underestimate and gloat over Lucifer by now.
-- Eileen was in last season's lovely episode "Into the Mystic." Let's hope she's in a few more. Keep those good female characters alive, please.
-- The key to the Men of Letters bunker opens every chapter house in the world. Good to know. But what if an employee doesn't work out and they have to change the locks?
-- Naked Lucifer, naked Ketch. Wrong guys naked, in my opinion. I'm just saying.
-- Honestly, they're usually so spot on with casting, but young Mick Davies didn't look at all like adult Mick Davies. Um, blue eyes?
-- Lucifer mentioned that he'd rather be licking the floor with Crowley than back in the cage with insane Michael. Not the first mention of Michael this season. Where is Michael?
-- This week: Coeur d'Alene, Idaho; the British Men of Letters cargo containers and the bunker in Lebanon, Kansas; and a flashback to 1987 London.
Hess: "We don’t have time to court a handful of mangy colonials. Not anymore."
Dean: (re: Mick) "That guy can drink. I mean, we can drink, but he's got, like, the 'Can Drink' gold medal."
Ketch: "Mrs. Winchester, I believe you're drawn to danger."
Castiel: (recording) "This is my voicemail. Make your voice a... mail."
We were told two or three times that Castiel still isn't answering his phone. I suppose we'll find out what's happening in Heaven eventually.
Dean: "Dude, don't compliment the bad guys."
Crowley: "He goes where I tell him. He does what I tell him. He is my dog. Showtime, Marmaduke."
Renny: "Ah, the banshee girl. We have a file. From what Mick tells me, neither of you have any formal training. Fascinating. I was top of my class at Kendricks."
Eileen: "No one cares."
Dean: "Welcome back, sweetheart."
It's so lovely that the Colt has come back to the Winchesters. Even if it won't kill Dagon, which I assume means it won't kill Lucifer.
Another serviceable episode. Two and a half out of four dog metaphors,
Billie Doux loves good television, especially science fiction, and spends way too much time writing about it.