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Supernatural does Prison Break .... sort of

It's back to regular ghost hunting again as Sam and Dean purposely get themselves thrown into prison to investigate the mysterious killings of guards and inmates in episode 19, Folsom Prison Blues. What? Are they crazy? They are already on the run from the law for identity fraud and murder, among other charges, and they willingly put themselves into a position where they likely will never get themselves out of? Crazy's in town, indeed.

Though that doesn't stop Dean from turning on the charm, even on Special Agent Henriksen, who is spitting venom at having to chase them from one end of the country to the other. Ooooh, he thinks he's got them now! Henriksen doesn't take to Dean's wisecracks and hisses, "You think you're funny?" to which Dean replies with a wink and a smile, "I think I'm adorable." And a whole bunch of fanboys and fangirls sigh yes to that.

The boys get a lady lawyer to defend them, and Dean just about stops himself from sleazing on her. Maybe because she's not his type - you know, the slightly ditzy, giggly, lady in distress. No bail for the Winchesters on account of several states petitioning for their extradition so off to county jail they go. For once, Sam actually lands himself in a place where there are people who are even bigger than him, if that is even possible. Sam iterates for the hundreth time that this is the stupidest thing they've ever done, which he is absolutely right, and that's not just him being prissy and pessimistic. Dean insists that they gotta go where the job takes them, and that even jailbirds don't deserve to die like this. Also they've got a debt to settle because it is a man called Deacon, who once saved their father's life in the marines, was the one who asked for their help from jail.

And so, aside from the unusual setting, the Winchesters do the usual salting and burning of the bones to defeat the murderous ghost. This series is really doing a lot for the benefits of cremation huh? And do the boys manage to break out of jail? Of course they do, there's three more episodes to go! What do you think this is, Prison Break?

Comments

butttown said…
The DoubleDeans were on fire in this episode. I insist that they wear orange jumpsuits and keds more often.
Kere said…
I've been saying it all along: less layers, my friend, less layers. Keeps the fans warm at night.

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