# "But with Dad going missing and Jessica dying and now this house--all of this happening at once, it just feels like something's starting." And that thing don't ever end, Sam. D;
# This episode leaves me with unpleasant, ambivalent feelings. Bah.
# Sam: Dude, this place is orbing like crazy.
Dean: Okay, that's it. We're not using the video camera any more.
Sam: What? Why not?
Dean: NO ONE CAN TAKE YOU SERIOUSLY WHEN YOU SAY THINGS LIKE THAT.
# I love the way Dean's hand shakes as he's handing the gun up to Sam during the post-rock salt confrontation. It's not in focus and it's barely in frame but it's still theeereeee. <3
# Standing ovation for Scotty and his diner. And Emily. But mostly Scotty--John Bonham fan, pie-baker, and morally bankrupt second-degree tourist murderer:
HIS FACE. I crack up every time. Every time.
# Cue extremely inappropriate reaction on my part when Nicki Aycox's name rolled across the screen, also. Just her name! Please take note that everything Meg tells Sam is a total counterpoint to what she believes at this point in time; it's a masterful weaving of what's left of human Meg Masters, what she's read in Seventeen (impulse buy at the Circle K, folded in thirds and stuffed in her pack, it's still warm and dimple-warped with the girl's body heat when Meg, demon Meg, arches her back and dusts herself off the ground, clicking in new meat, and takes inventory), and every single thing she knows about every human thing, Connecticut to Indiana.
Meg looks into Sam's eyes and tells him a story that's been told a thousand times. But it won't be a legend until a-thousand-and-one. Sure, it's in the draft stages, and Meg's seen it go the way of the cutting room floor for a couple generations now, but she likes Sam. She has faith. Story's always been a conation/coronation kind of thing.
And he will be king.