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6.04 Weekend At Bobby’s: Story Of My Life (Part 1; Episode Summary only)

6.04 Weekend At Bobby’s: Story Of My Life


With help from his friends,

Bobby threatens Crowley’s bones

To regain his soul.



Episode Summary


A year ago, just after Sam took his swan dive into Hell and Dean left to keep his promise, and as a television announcer reported an apocalyptically epic storm having simply dissolved over Galveston, Texas, Bobby Singer summoned the demon Crowley to demand the agreed-upon return of his soul. Crowley refused to drink with Bobby, snobbishly insisting on Craig, his favorite brand of Scotch, and refused to disgorge Bobby’s soul, saying the contract inscribed on Bobby’s skin required only that he make his best effort to return the soul – and he couldn’t. Bobby trapped Crowley in a devil’s trap on the floor visible only under black light, but the demon hadn’t come alone; his invisible monster hellhound was outside the circle, and faced with the choice of dying then or in ten years, Bobby reluctantly released Crowley from the trap.


In the present, Sam and Dean examined an eviscerated body beside a children’s playground, finding a curved black claw in the corpse. Dean called Bobby, and when Bobby eventually answered his phone, transmitted a photo of the claw, reporting they’d turned up six bodies but no signs of demons, spirits, or witchcraft and saying they needed an ID on the monster as soon as possible. Bobby protested he was a bit busy, but when Dean insisted, promised to call back. Checking his own books, he found a reference to a volume he didn’t own. Heading to the Sioux Falls University Library, waving back at a female neighbor he passed along the way, he found the library already closed for the day. He broke in through a window and stole a book, only to have trouble starting his car. Getting home many hours later, after one in the morning, he settled in for more research, and finally called Dean after dawn to report the brothers were hunting a lamia, a monster never before seen outside of Greece. Dean asked how to kill it, and hung up after the first method Bobby described – stabbing it with a silver knife blessed by a priest – without either waiting for the rest of the information or thanking him, much to Bobby’s irritation.


That task over, Bobby returned to his basement, where the female crossroads demon he’d been interrogating when he’d been interrupted by Dean’s call was still bound to a chair in the midst of a devil’s trap. He pressured her for Crowley’s real name from his human days, but she refused, taunting him about having killed his possessed wife. He showed her the contents of a sack and asked her if she recognized them, saying they were hers. He threatened the unseen contents with a blowtorch, but the demon said it wouldn’t work because it was a myth. Bobby directed the blowtorch over the sack’s contents, and the demon screamed and began to burn until he slid the torch away. The demon protested that Bobby didn’t understand what Crowley would do to her, saying he was the king not just of the crossroads, but of Hell.


Bobby’s doorbell interrupted the interrogation, and he went upstairs to discover his new – as of six months – neighbor, Marcy Ward, on his doorstep with a baking dish of ginger-peach cobbler and an even larger helping of thinly disguised romantic interest. With the basement demon shouting for help, Bobby covered by saying bad horror flicks were his guilty pleasure, and to his surprise and discomfiture, Marcy said she loved scary movies and asked if he seen Drag Me To Hell. When he said he’d tried to avoid it, she protested it was fantastic, and proposed a Saturday night dinner date at her house to watch it. He awkwardly said it sounded great, but his hesitation was obvious, and Marcy dismissed the thought, asking him instead if he might drop by at some point anyway to look at her malfunctioning wood chipper, since she’d heard he was handy with mechanical things. Bemused, Bobby said he’d see what he could do and shook the hand she offered; then he put the bakery away and went back to his demon torture, demanding Crowley’s name. The demon caved, naming Crowley as Fergus MacLeod. She told him to send her back since he’d gotten what he wanted, but over her objections, he sprayed what he’d been burning with accelerant and torched both it and her, playing back Crowley’s line about having given his “best effort” to follow through on his end of the deal.


Perusing a map of Scotland and other information as he tried to track down Crowley/MacLeod, Bobby fielded a call from a hunter named Garth, responding that he’d never heard of a vampire doing what Garth was talking about and hazarding he should drop a line to the FBI. When Garth rang Bobby’s FBI cover phone, Bobby disgustedly asked him how he was still alive, and hung up after telling him to call the real FBI. As the day progressed, he dealt with a whole sequence of calls from people checking out the cover stories on other hunters who professed to be with the FBI, the CDC, the Marshals, the police department, the health department, or other agencies, each time supporting the hunters using his fake cover identities as their various supervisors. Yet another interruption proved to be Rufus Turner pounding on his door asking for his help to bury a body because the law was on his tail. Rufus dropped the tailgate on his pickup to reveal the body of an okami, a female supernatural creature only ever found in Japan, which he’d killed in Billings, Montana. When Bobby shared word of the Winchesters’ Greek lamia hunt in Wisconsin, both older hunters were struck by the strangeness in monsters lately.


Bobby used a backhoe to dig a grave in the junkyard and they buried the okami’s body. As they filled in the hole, Bobby filled Rufus in on his hunt for information on Fergus MacLeod, saying he was focusing on Scotland since Crowley had let slip his lifelong fondness for Craig, an obscure brand of Scotch bottled and sold only in one small place – something Rufus, a whiskey connoisseur, knew intimately. Rufus said he had contacts in Scotland and offered to make a few calls, bridling when Bobby said he wasn’t asking for Rufus’s help and answering he wasn’t asking for Bobby’s permission.


Later, as Bobby was preparing finally to cut a slice of the cobbler, his phone rang with Dean urgently asking for another way to kill a lamia, at the same time as Sheriff Jody Mills turned up on his doorstep with an FBI agent hunting Rufus. Pretending to be talking to his mother with recipe advice, Bobby told Dean to mix rosemary and salt and sauté it on high heat, and listened as Dean followed through on his advice while Sam was getting tossed around by the lamia. Hearing the lamia’s death by an oven gas line being turned into a flame thrower, he told his “Mom” to enjoy the roast and then hung up to focus on the FBI agent and the sheriff. He denied knowing Rufus and resisted letting the FBI agent look around without a warrant. The sheriff got between them, sending the FBI agent outside to wait while she talked with Bobby, but Bobby said he not only had a body in the basement, but another buried out in the yard. When they looked for the FBI guy, he summoned them to the hole where the okami had been buried, asking for an explanation of the recently disturbed ground, which gaped open as a sunken hole. Bobby passed it off as an exploded septic tank, and after the law left, called Rufus to demand his immediate return because the okami wasn’t dead. After establishing that Rufus hadn’t stabbed it enough times to kill it, although he’d used the proper bamboo knife blessed by a Shinto priest, Bobby learned its prey of choice was single white females, attacked while they slept.


Realizing Marcy was the closest target, Bobby headed to the rescue, bursting into her house as she was locking up for the night. He demanded the location of her bedroom and barged in to search. Beginning to recover, Marcy asked why he was in her house with a shotgun, and then stopped, horrified, as she saw the okami clinging from the ceiling. It leaped to attack Bobby, throwing him out the window, and jumped after him to continue the fight in the yard. Flung up against the wood chipper, Bobby inadvertently hit the controls, starting the machine, and the okami started to wrestle him into it as Marcy ran outside, saw what was happening, and screamed. Bobby managed to flip the okami into the chipper instead, pulverizing her and spraying both himself and Marcy with blood and okami-bits. He said he’d thought her chipper was broken, and she confessed to having said that only to get him to come over. He tried to smooth things over by saying it might be fun if he did come over for dinner some night, but Marcy, overcome by the events of the night, disagreed.


In the morning, Bobby called Rufus to tell him the okami was dead and he didn’t have to return. Rufus thanked Bobby for cleaning up his mistake and told him he’d gotten a lead on Crowley, identifying him as Fergus Rodric MacLeod, born in Canisbay, Scotland in 1661. Bobby didn’t know what he could do with that information, but Rufus added MacLeod had a son named Gavin who’d come to the States as the captain of a trading ship that sank off Massachusetts in 1723, and divers exploring the wreck 30 years earlier had brought up his signet ring, which was now on display in a maritime museum in Andover, Massachusetts. Bobby said he needed the ring, and reluctantly admitted he needed Rufus’s help to get it. Guessing Bobby wanted to trade Gavin’s ghost to Crowley for his soul, Rufus told him he was already en route to Andover and would be there by midnight.


Late that night, trying one more time for a piece of cobbler as he waited to hear from Rufus, Bobby was interrupted again by a call from Dean, this time sharing his fears about the changes in Sam and wanting to hear from Bobby about the year Sam had spent hunting without him. When Rufus called during the call with Dean, Bobby put Dean on hold over his protests to talk to Rufus, learning the hunter had secured the ring but was being pursued by the cops. Rufus swallowed the ring to conceal it over Bobby’s protests, and Bobby heard him being arrested before he switched back to finish his call with Dean. Upset at having been put on hold, Dean protested Bobby was the only one he could talk to about Sam and leaving Lisa, and accused Bobby of being selfish in pursuing other things when Dean was trying to bare his soul. Stung, Bobby told him to get Sam on the line as well, and once they were both on speakerphone, he laid into them, telling them he’d always been there for them when they needed help, research information, or a sympathetic ear to bitch to about each other, and it was time they helped him for once. He reminded them Crowley owned his soul and the clock was ticking. Chastened, the brothers both agreed he only had to ask and they would do anything he needed.


Bobby met Sheriff Mills – who hadn’t filed a police report on Marcy’s nocturnal break-in – and reluctantly asked her, as a favor, to get Rufus extradited to South Dakota, since a murder charge would outweigh the burglary one he’d been arrested on in Andover. She refused, fearing the ruin of her career. That night, pouring a drink in his depression, Bobby answered a knock at his door to discover Sheriff Mills in company with Rufus, despite her earlier refusal. She told him not to ask, and said he had an hour before she would report to the Feds that Rufus had broken out. Telling him she’d take it out of his ass if she lost her job, she left. Rufus produced the ring, which Bobby sterilized in boiling water before using it in his spell work to summon Gavin’s ghost and ask about Fergus.


Bobby summoned Crowley into his basement under a devil’s trap painted onto the ceiling. Looking put upon and somewhat the worse for wear, Crowley admitted running Hell wasn’t the sinecure he’d expected it to be because demons were demons after all and resisted his ideas. Mocking Bobby, he maintained their negotiations this time would simply replay their earlier discussions and be a waste of both their time. When Gavin’s spirit appeared, Crowley initially pretended to be affected, but quickly made clear he’d hated his son in life and would enjoy seeing his spirit tortured or destroyed. Bobby revealed he’d learned as much and more from Gavin, who hated his father in turn and had told Bobby everything. Accordingly, Bobby knew Crowley had just been a tailor who’d sold his soul for a penis enlargement – and he knew where Crowley’s bones were buried. He tossed Crowley a phone, and on the other end of the line, Dean said he and Sam were in Scotland, ready to burn the bones. Crowley protested that bone burning was a myth and wouldn’t work on demons, but Bobby, recalling the flaming death of the crossroads demon in his basement, said one of his underlings would disagree. Only then did Crowley realize why one of his crossroads demons was missing. As Dean flicked his lighter suggestively, Crowley caved, freeing Bobby from the deal. Watching the demonic writing vanishing from his skin, Bobby quickly clarified that Crowley should leave the bit that gave him back the use of his legs, and one line flared on his forearm before it all disappeared from view.


Released from Bobby’s trap, Crowley appeared behind the brothers at the open grave in Scotland and tenderly collected his bones to carry safely away with him. Dean was inclined to burn them anyway, but Sam intervened to stop him, saying a deal was a deal. Offended, Crowley said he didn’t need Sam to fight his battles for him, and disappeared. As the brothers drove back through the countryside, crammed into a tiny European car with Dean struggling to drive on the wrong side of the road while Sam held the phone, Bobby awkwardly thanked them for helping, acknowledging it couldn’t have been easy for Dean to face his fear of flying. Bobby asked if he’d spent the nine-hour flight drunk. Sam laughed that he’d white-knuckled his way through four puke bags, and Dean protested that at least he’d stayed sober and been ready for any shenanigans since he was armed with a fork. All joking aside, Bobby apologized for the things he’d said to them, but Sam agreed they’d taken him for granted and Dean, recognizing he’d been cleaning up their messes for years, said he didn’t want to think about where he and Sam would have ended up if it hadn’t been for Bobby. Chick-flick moment over, they hung up with jokes about stopping for the exotic local Scottish cuisine.


With the adventures over, Bobby finally managed to cut a piece of cobbler and sat down to enjoy it – but even as he dug in with his fork, his FBI phone rang, and he once again stepped up to provide cover for another hunter needing his support.  




Sorry this is so late: real life plus Microsoft problems, I'm afraid! Think I'm going hunting for a Mac soon ...

I broke LJ on length again, so you'll find the commentary, meta analysis, and production notes over here.

Tags: bobby singer, dean winchester, episode commentaries, sam winchester, supernatural

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