#hell i mean

...and they just haaaaaaad to have a moment with the eye glow, then - and hear me out, Dabb, you unimaginative basic bitch treading water in a shallow kiddie pool with a deflated ring float around your knees - be subtle about it. Here’s how.

The tee-up with Dean saying engine-driver etc. was good, I give you props, and it was a nice little “Hmmm” to see that it was Dean fighting and not Michael. Legit. That was good. Now on to where you took something with potential and whiffed it.

Like I said in a prior post, blah blah blah, have Luci in Sam, and Mikey in Dean, battle royale is bitchin’ and the stakes are actually high and it calls back to Demon Dean and last time Luci possessed Sam and beat the shit out of Dean, all that junk (but FFS pump the brakes on flying, obvious harnesses were obvious, just a touch would’ve been groovy), then blah blah make up something about something - just go with Jack ex machina, that’s fine, I’m not looking for the Academy Award for screenwriting, here - and the angels are expelled from the guys. 

Brief -- BRIIIIIIEEEEF, Dabb - dialogue a la: “Whew! They’ve been expelled! Jack’s run off to find them because he’s all teen angsty! Oh noes! Cas is gonna Eeyore hardcore! Kick-off drama for S14 is all set up! Now back to the bunker we go!”

And then after a beer and getting everything mellowed down over your------

Sorry, got freeze framed there for a second.

-------last five minutes, there’s a bro moment of “love ya without saying it, looks like we’re in the shit again, we can do it because bro stuff, etc.” and it’s dim in the bunker ‘cause maybe Sam’s shut off some library lamps or Dean’s flicked off the kitchen light, and as he exits to go down the hallway, the soft smile he had on his lips (see above, re: bro moment) falls away, and hit me baby one more time, what’s that?!?!  [whispers] Oooh, pretty blue peepers. Because see, we’re smart, your audience, and we’ll go HEY MICHAEL’S STILL IN THERE! And if somehow some folks don’t get it, well, holy fucknoodles first of all, but more importantly who caaaaares, stop writing for the lowest common denominator.

So. Touch of blue. A touch. And then hard cut --- 

and I mean haaaaaard, abrupt, don’t take me out to dinner first, bend me over, give me four, maybe five frames of glow 

--- to black.