Supernatural: Monster Movie
October 17th 2008 22:21
Okay this episode was so good I don’t even know where to start. Let’s just say fans of classic horror films, parodies of horror films, and just plain hilarious fun HAVE to watch this episode!! From the classic credits, to the black and white broadcast, to the fact that The Mummy has to use dry ice to create his spooky effects and Dracula walks around with his hand constantly covering his face and has a coupon for non-garlic pizza, this episode itself is classic! Definitely worth a watch even if you’ve never seen an episode of Supernatural. Okay, wow, that was long. LoL On with the actual recap!
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In classic horror-movie fashion, we get the credits at the beginning with the usual scary movie music and cloudy black and white background.
As Sam studies the case by flashlight, Dean comments on the fact that it’s not every day they get a real “dead vic with a gnawed on neck, body drained of blood, and a witness who swears up and down that it was a vampire.”
Sam agrees, but not very enthusiastically. Dean looks at his brother as the lightning flashes around them. “A little more gusto please.”
“It’s just,” Sam says, lowering his map. “The world is coming to an end. Things are a little complicated you know?”
“Well we can’t save the world, not today anyway, but what we can do,” Dean tells him. “Is chop off some vamps heads. Come on man, it’s like the good ol’ days. An honest to goodness monster hunt! It’s about time the Winchesters got back to tackling the straight forward, black and white case.”
They drive into town as the screen irises out to black.
~*~*~
It’s Oktoberfest! Which means lederhosen-wearing tuba players, barmaids, and lot of tourists. Sam and Dean climb out of The Impala adjusting their suits.
Dean: We still gotta see the new Raider’s movie.
Sam: Saw it.
Dean stops in his tracks. “Without me?”
“You were in Hell.”
“That’s no excuse.” Dean suddenly gets distracted. “Big pretzel!” He rushes off to buy two. Sam just shakes his head in amusement.
As they dig into their big pretzels, one of the barmaids walks buy. Both boys watch her walk away and notice the Sherriff they’re supposed to be meeting.
They pull out their fake FBI IDs and introduce themselves as agents Angus and Young. They heard about his problem. Right, how about they talk somewhere not quite so out in the open?
~*~*~
The Sherriff takes them to the morgue, where he shows them the body of a young woman with fang marks in her neck. “Terrible, just terrible,” he tells them. “This’s the last thing this town needs during tourist season.”
“Definitely the last thing Marissa Wright needed,” Sam replies.
The Sherriff thinks the killer is “some grade-A wacko” vampire wannabe, right? He mentioned a witness in his report? A guy named Ed, who, according to the Sherriff isn’t exactly reliable…
~*~*~
Sam and Dean enter the bar and the woman they watched walk by before greets them. “I remember you.”
“And I remember you…Jamie,” Dean tells her, reading her name off her nametag. “I never forget a pretty…everything.”
She smiles and they tell her they’re looking for Ed. When she asks what they want with him, they pull out their badges. Jamie laughs in disbelief. “You’re a Fed? Wow, you don’t come on like a Fed…Seriously?”
Dean leans to rest against the bar. “I’m a maverick ma’am. A rebel with a badge.” Sam gives him a ‘you can’t be serious look’, which Dean can’t see as he continues, “But one thing I don’t play by? The rules.” He gives her a wink highlighted by a *ting* of a bell.
Jamie humors him with a smile and Sam gets his brother back on track. “Okay ma’am, so where can we find Ed?”
~*~*~
Ed is sitting at a table drinking from a ginormous stein. He wipes off his mouth, then addresses Sam and Dean sitting on the opposite side of the table. “I told the cops everything I saw. No one believes me.” He points at them. “Why should you be any different?”
Dean: Believe me Mr. Brewer, we’re different.
He goes on to tell them that he told the cops the truth and now he’s the town joke. Sam and Dean assure him that he can tell them. The murder isn’t a joke to them and they have “a lot of experience with strange.”
Ed stares at them a moment, takes another drink, wipes his mouth with his hand, then gives them two thumbs up and says, “It was just after midnight.” He tells them that he’d just left from here and cut through the park and thought he saw a couple kissing. But then he realized that the girl was struggling too much and the guy was biting her neck.
Sam: Can you describe her assailant?
Ed: Oh he was a vampire.
Dean: Okay, right. And by that you mean…?
Ed: You know, a vampire.
He elaborates with a vampire hissing fang impression with hands.
“Uh-huh,” Dean answers, trying to take this guy seriously. “So he looked like?”
“He looked like a vampire!” Ed says exasperated. “You know, with the fangs, and the slicked-back hair, and the fancy cape, and the little medallion thingy on the—ribbon.”
“You mean like a Dracula?” Dean asks.
“Exactly!” Ed says happy that they understand. “Like a Dracula. Right down to the accent.”
Clearly Dean thinks this guy is crazy. Sam asks about the accent, “What’d he say?”
“You know, something like—“ Ed puts up his arm, pretending to be Dracula shadowing his face with a cape and imitates, “Stay away mortal, the night is mine!”
Sam and Dean just stare at him. Is this guy for real? Ed looks back and forth between them. “You do believe me don’t you?”
Sam and Dean continue to stare at him, matching looks of disbelief covering their faces.
Over at the bar, Jamie and her friend Lucy talk about Ed. Sure he may tell crazy vampire stories, but Jamie doesn’t think he’s really crazy.
Lucy tells her she only thinks that because he’s got a crush on her and tips her in $20s. Lucy blots her lipstick on a napkin and walks off.
Dean walks up to the bar. “So, you got a beer back there for me?”
“I don’t know Agent Young,” Jamie answers. “Are you off duty?”
“And then some.”
She grins and goes to get him his drink. Sam joins him.
Dean: So what do you think? Some Goth-psycho-vampire-wannabe right?
Sam: Definitely not our kind of case.
“Agreed,” Dean answers. “But who cares?” He heads for a table. “Room’s paid for and it’s Oktoberfest. Come on brother, beer and bar wenches.”
Sam sits down. “I’m pretty sure women today don’t react well to the whole ‘wench’ thing, Dean.”
“Hey bar wench!” Dean calls, trying to prove Sam wrong. “Where’s that beer?”
Playing along, Jamie calls back, “Coming up good sir!”
Sam just shakes his head. Dean leans forward. “Dude, Oktoberfest!” He grins.
Jamie sets down Dean’s beer and asks Sam what she can get him. Before Sam can answer, Dean says, “Oh he doesn’t drink. He’s Christian Scientist, doesn’t even take aspirin. A real drag on stakeouts.”
Jamie laughs. “You’re funny.”
“Well I’m a lot more than that,” Dean answers, and Sam fights the urge to roll his eyes or laugh as Dean continues, “Love to get the chance to show you the rest. What time do you get off?”
“Haha, like I said, funny.”
Jamie walks off much to Sam’s amusement. Dean decides it’s “time to right some wrongs.” Sam doesn’t know what he’s talking about, and Dean tells him that he came back from the pit without any of his old scars.
No bullet wounds or knife cuts, no off-angled fingers from all the breaks. “I mean my hide is as smooth as a baby’s bottom,” he tells his brother. “Which leaves me to conclude, sadly, that my virginity is intact.”
Sam squints at his brother, then laughs. What? No, he’s pretty sure nothing can do that, not even angels. Dean’s pretty sure they can. “And the dude with not abide.”
“Alright DUDE,” Sam tells him. “Well you go do whatever you gotta do and I’m gonna go back to the room and get some sleep.”
Dean raises his mug to him and Sam shakes his head with a laugh as he gets up to go to sleep.
~*~*~
“So, what about tonight?” Dean asks Jamie.
She tells him that she promised Lucy a girl’s night out. “Besides, no self-respecting bar wench lets herself get picked up on a customer on the first try.”
“Well I’m not a customer, I’m a federal agent,” Dean answers.
She smiles, but tells him to “try again tomorrow G-man.”
Well he would but he doesn’t think they’re staying on the case.
“What, too weird for you?”
“Not weird enough,” Dean answers, finally telling the truth.
~*~*~
To the tune of a werewolf’s howl on a full moon, two teenagers neck in the back of a car classic-horror-movie-way.
She keeps stopping him because she thinks she hears a wolf, but he insists that there aren’t wolves, besides if she stops him now it might “cause all kinds of medical type problems”. Typical guy. He starts to kiss her again.
Outside two werewolf hands reach out towards the car, as it walks closer…
The girl pulls away again. “Did you hear that?” Losing his patience, the guy just tells her that there aren’t wolves in Pennsylvania. He’s barely through with the words with a werewolf smashes through the car window and drags him out to the tune of his girlfriend’s horrified screams.
~*~*~
The girl sits in front of the big pretzel cart, sucking the straw of her big drink. She takes a long slurpy drink, then tells Sam and Dean, “And then it just—” she searches for the right words. “It just tore Rick into little pieces.”
Dean tells her he understands how hard this is, but can she describe this creature? “Oh—” She takes another drink. “—It was a werewolf.”
Sam and Dean aren’t quite sure they heard right. “A werewolf?”
“Mmmhmm.”
“You’re sure.”
“Oh yeah. With the furry face, and the black nose, and the claws, and, and the torn up pants and shirt.” She pauses, then adds, “Like from the old movies.”
“Uh…”
“Well, okay…thank you for your time.”
They get up to leave and the girl goes back to her big drink.
~*~*~
Back at the morgue Dean comments on the strangeness of this case. “First a Dracula, and now a full-on movie time wolfman?” What’s going on in this town?
Sam finally finds the locker he’s looking for and pulls out the body. He unzips the body back and both brothers recoil. Nasty! Sam uses his pen to hold up some of the grisly remains. “Whatever did this wasn’t a psycho wannabe.” The bite marks are right through the bones, deeper even.
“Strong enough to tear apart a man limb from limb could be a werewolf,” Dean offers.
“Except look,” Sam points with his pen. “Heart’s still there in one piece. They never leave the heart behind.”
Yeah, so what IS going on here? The Sherriff comes in to tell them that the hairs they pulled off the body were indeed from a wolf. Sam looks at Dean, who looks at the body, then pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m getting a headache.”
~*~*~
Back at the bar and restaurant, Sam and Dean discuss the case while they eat. Dean feels like they’ve stumbled into a “Dracula meets Wolfman” movie. Sam agrees that having a wolfman there makes Dracula seem a little less impossible. Dean points out that “werewolves don’t grow wolf hair, that’s just a myth.”
“Yeah,” Sam agrees.
“So what, we’ve got a vampire, and a wolf monster-mashing this town?”
Jamie brings over their drinks. Guess they’re staying there a while? She heard about the murder. She tells Dean that she gets off at midnight tonight just so he knows. What no girls night out again? Doesn’t have to be. Okay then, Dean will see her tonight. Jamie tells them the drinks are on her and walks off.
Sam watches her walk away ruefully. He has to give it to Dean there, his brother’s tactics actually worked for once. Sam and Dean pick up their drinks, and before either can take a sip, Dean asks, “Hey so you think this Dracula can turn into a bat?” Sam just stares at him as Dean adds, “That’d be cool.” He takes a drink, oblivious to the look his brother’s giving him and thee foam on his upper lip.
~*~*~
At the local museum a security guard is on the phone wondering if they were expecting an Egyptian delivery tonight. There was no shipping invoice or anything, but it was just sitting there on the shipping dock when he got there.
“You think Helen has any record of it in her file?” Suddenly the security guard realizes there is movement behind him and turns to find the mummy inside the sarcophagus slowly lifting up out of his coffin, white smoke swirly around him.
He stares at it in disbelief as the mummy heads toward him. Finally, he grabs his gun and shoots. The mummy just grabs him by the neck and lifts him off the ground and against the wall, choking him to death.
~*~*~
Sam and Dean investigate the sarcophagus at the murder scene.
“This sarcophagus isn’t ancient.” Sam pulls off an ID tag. “It’s from a prop house in Philly.”
“Well it goes well with the bucket of dry ice he was keeping in it,” Dean says, holding up the small steaming dry ice bucket.
“He’s making his own special effects?” Sam asks confused.
“A mummy with a good sense showmanship.”
Sam’s brows furrow and Dean gives him a questioning look.
Sam: This is stupid.
Suddenly Dean remembers his date. “You good here with the mummy and crazy?”
“Yeah.”
Great. Dean rushes off.
~*~*~
Jamie checks her watch. “Your loss G-man.” She starts to walk down the alley when she suddenly senses someone behind her. She turns around.
Dracula: Good evening.
Jamie runs.
Dracula puts up his cape arm and follows.
Jamie meets a dead end and whips around to find Dracula standing there, his eyes highlight by the light coming in from a nearby slit in the wall.
“I have watched you for many nights from afar,” Dracula tells her in a typical bad Dracula accent. Jamie frantically searches her purse as he continues dramatically, “My passion knows no bounds!” He starts to head toward her. “You are the reincarnation of my beloved, and I must have you!”
Jamie sprays him in the face with her pepper spray and he lets out a growl, losing his accent as he cringes and tries to get it off. “Son of a—” Flinging his cape arm back over his face, he chases after her.
Dean walks around the corner, searching. “Jamie?”
She runs right into him and quickly gets behind him as Dracula rounds the corner. Dean takes one look at him, swears, and gets warned by Dracula not to use such language in front of his “future bride.” Dean tells him “okay”, then punches him in the face. Dracula goes down., but recovers quickly, pulling out the vampire fangs.
He slams Dean up against the brick wall and Dean tells Jamie to “run!” She does. Dracula inches closer to Dean’s neck and in an attempt to push him away, Dean ends up ripping off Dracula’s ear and bowtie. Dracula growls and runs away.
Dena stares at the ear in his hand a second then runs after the billowing cape.
Dracula jumps the fence, leaving Dean behind as he makes his escape on his moped.
~*~*~
Sam meets up with Dean and Jamie back at the restaurant.
“You guys alright?”
“Yeah,” Dean tells him, setting a towel on the table. “And I think I know what’s going on.”
“Yeah?”
“Part of it at least.”
Sam unwraps the towel and looks at what’s inside. “The ear part?”
Dean tells him he ripped it off of Dracula’s head. “Touch it.”
Sam lets out a skeptical laugh, but Dean just waits for him to do it. Sam touches the ear. “Ugh.”
“Feel familiar to you?”
Sam’s disgust turns to realization. “Oh man.”
“Skin of a shapeshifter. Just like St. Louis, and just like Milwaukee. Only this one’s all holy buckets of crazy.” Oh and then there’s the ribbon.
Sam looks at it. “It’s a costume.”
Just like the mummy and the werewolf. Dean thinks they need to catch this guy “before he Creature from the Black Lagoons somebody.”
“So you guys are like Mulder and Scully or something?” Jamie asks. “The X-files are real?”
“Hm, no,” Dean tells her. “The X-files is a TV show. This is real.”
(Author’s note: Ahhhh! I love it!! LoL
) Jamie lets out a small laugh of confused disbelief and Dean just smiles at her.
“So the stagecraft, the costuming, it’s like he’s trying to reenact his favorite monster movies,” Sam says. “Right down to the bloody murders.
Suddenly Jamie asks who “Mina” is and Dean remembers that Dracula called him “Mr. Harker.”
“Jonathan Harker?” Sam asks. Dean doesn’t get it, so Sam explains that their characters from the movies and the novels. Mina is Dracula’s intended bride, Harker’s the finance that stands in the way. Seems like this Dracula’s fixated on Jamie and sees her as his bride.
“Oh,” Jamie mocks. “Lucky me.”
Sam thinks that in order to fixate on her the shapeshifter had to have been around her or seen her before. Is there anyone strange she can think of that seems to have taken an interest in her? It’s Oktoberfest, she sees a lot of people in and out. Suddenly Jamie remembers Ed. She tells him that Lucy swears he has a crush on her. Where does he live? She doesn’t know, but he works at the movie theater as the projectionist.
Dean gestures Sam towards the door.
Sam: You’ll take care of Mina?
Dean: Yep.
Sam leaves.
~*~*~
Jamie is pacing the restaurant. “So…monsters are real.”
“Some of them yeah.”
“The the shapeshifter can turn into different people.”
“Yeah,” Dean answers. “Except this one’s turning into great monsters of screamland, which is a new one for me.”
Jamie turns around to face him. “You’re not really FBI are you?”
“Not so much.”
“So is this what you do?” she asks. “You and your partner just tramp across the country on your own dime until you find some horrible nightmare to fight?”
Dean shrugs. “Some people paint.”
“Wow.”
“What?”
“That must suck. I mean, giving up your life for this terrible, I don’t know, responsibility.” She sits down in the booth next to him.
Dean admits that the last few years he did start thinking that way. It started weighing on him until his uh…”near death experience” and “uh, when I came to, things were different. My life’s been different. I realize that I help people.” He thinks a second, then corrects, “Not just help them, I save them. And I guess…it’s awesome,” Dean pauses, then adds, “Kind of like a mission…A mission from God.”
“So does that make you some kind of monk or something?” she asks.
Dean gives her a confused look.
“Celibate,” she clarifies.
“Man I hope not,” he answers.
They start to kiss and suddenly the light flashes on. Whoops, sorry! Lucy apologizes. She didn’t know they were there. She holds up one of the bottles from behind the bar. She was just going to borrow some for a thing she’s got going on back at her place.
Anyway, they look busy so she’s just going to get out of their hair. Jamie stops her. It’s been a crazy night, why doesn’t she stay for a drink?
“Yeah, stay for a drink,” Dean says, forcing a smile.
Unfortunately for him, she does.
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Meanwhile Sam’s made it to the theater where the marquee reads: PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. He heads inside towards the blaring creepy organ music. He walks up the stairs and by the classic horror movie posters, checking the clip on his gun.
He walks in to find a shadow of a man playing the organ highlighted on the screen. Sam’s shadow joins his, as he slowly creeps up and—Suddenly the pianist switches to a much more upbeat version, complete with synthesized drums and—“Whoa!”
Ed jumps up when he spots Sam and falls back onto the organ, gun in his face. “You FBI man, what’d did I—”
“Shut up!” Sam orders, telling him that he knows what he is.
“I’m not anything,” Ed stammers breathlessly. “I just like to play the Casio!”
“Have time to grow your ear back huh?”
“What—OOWW!” Sam grabs Ed’s ear and yanks hard. It doesn’t budge so he pulls harder. “OW!!” Ed screams.
Sam lets go, giving him a confused look. “It’s supposed to come off.”
“No, it’s not!” Ed complains.
Sam tries to offer him an apologetic smile.
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Jamie finishes telling Lucy what happened, clearly a little tipsy by now. She tells Lucy that Eddy didn’t even touch her, Dean just flew right in and pow.
Dean: Well I didn’t actually fly but I’m sure it seemed that way at the time.
Lucy blots her lipstick on napkin again as Jamie slurs, “It was really really something.”
Dean starts to notice something’s not quite right. “Jamie?”
Lucy asks if Dean’s a blackbelt, and she goes on about how he was probably trained in the academy and all, Dean’s vision starts to swim, his glass multiplying and swirling in circles before his eyes. Uh-oh.
He looks up to see Lucy waiting politely for his answer and punches her in the face. Dean shoves Jamie out of the booth so he can get out and she whines, “What?” before passing out and falling back into the booth.
On the verge of passing out himself, Dean sways, managing to remain on his feet as he asks, “It’s you isn’t it?”
Lucy looks up at him, cracking her jaw back into place. Dean kicks the shapeshifter, who rolls and stands back up. Dizzy, Dean tries to focus and grabs a nearby bottle and smashes out the end on the table. “What did you put in our drinks?”
Despite his very blurry swirling vision, Dean warns, “I’ll skin you myself,” just before falling flat on his face, out cold.
Lucy walks over and looks down at him. “And scene.”
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It’s a scene from Frankenstein’s dungeon complete with a lederhosen clad Dean shackled to an old wooden torture table. Dean wakes up and starts pulling at his binds, then spots his new clothes. “Oh come on!” He searches the dungeon, his eyes landing on a painting of a woman.
“She is beautiful, no?” Dracula asks, suddenly appearing in the stairway. “Bride number three,” he explains. As he goes on to explain about how beautiful she is and how he discovered his bride has been reborn this century, Dean can’t help himself. He laughs. He can’t get over this crazy guy.
“You’re not Dracula!” Dean tells him. “You get that right?”
Dracula walks over to him, and when Dean asks what’s up with the mummy, Dracula punches him in the face. “I am ALL monsters!”
“Life ain’t a movie you sorry sack of—” Dracula hits him again. Ow!
“Life is small, meager, less,” Dracula explains. “The movies are grand, simple, elegant. I have chosen—” He raises his cape dramatically. “Elegance!”
“I don’t think elegance is really the word,” Dean answers. What he did to all those people he killed wasn’t exactly elegant was it? Dracula only points out that it IS a monster movie after all.
“You do realize what happens at the end of every monster movie?” Dean asks.
“Ah, but this movie is MINE,” Dracula says. “And in it, the monster wins. The monster gets the girl. And the hero…gets electrocuted.”
He walks over to the giant electrifying switch and slowly reaches for it. He tells Dean that tonight he “will be my hero!”
“Wait, wait, wait.” Dean lets out a laugh. Seriously?
Dracula reaches dramatically for the lever. Dean struggles. Dracula gets closer to pulling it. Dean still struggles. Dracula’s eyes widen as--*Ding Dong*
Dracula stops and smiles. “Please, excuse me.” He swishes his cape in front of his face and rushes out up the stairs. Dean falls back against the table in momentary relief.
Upstairs, Dracula makes his way through his living room dramatically as the doorbell rings impatiently. Dracula finally opens the door. “Good evening.”
“Uh…” The pizza guy just stares at him. “Pizza delivery.”
Excellent! Dracula tells him to continue to be of such service and his life with be spared. Um, okay whatever. Can he hurry it up though, because the pizza guy’s got four more deliveries to make. “That’ll be $15.50.”
“Tell me,” Dracula asks, eying the pizza.
“Yeah?” the pizza guy asks, bored.
“Is there garlic on this pizza?”
“I don’t know. Did you order garlic?”
“No!”
Then no, will he just pay already?
“Of course, yes.” Dracula smiles and pulls something out of his pocket. “But I have a coupon.”
~*~*~
Sam enters the restaurant, calling to tell Dean that Ed isn’t their guy. “I’m guessing you’re with Jamie, so just give me a call.” Sam hangs up his phone and spots the broken bottle on the floor. His gaze turns towards the table where three glasses sit next to a lipstick stained napkin.
Suddenly, it hits him. “Lucy.”
~*~*~
Jamie wakes up in a dungeon/castle-like bedroom to find Dracula standing there looking at her. He motions towards the dress hanging up next to the bed. “The gown, it suits your beauty. Please, put it on.” She asks him where she is and what he did with Dean, and Dracula says he’s resting elsewhere.
“Please put on the gown and we will dine,” he tells her politely. “We will be having pizza.” He gestures towards a table where a pizza rests, looking very out of place on the ancient-looking cutlery.
“What? What is wrong with you?” Jamie asks him. Then she realizes, “You made up Lucy right? Pretended to be my friend.”
He tells her that he needed to know if she was the one, and she tells him he should just try talking to people! “Instead you become this?”
“The gown,” he tries again.
“I don’t want to play your stupid game, okay? I just want to go home.”
“PUT ON THE GOWN!” Dracula yells, accent gone.
With no other choice, Jamie reaches for the dress.
~*~*~
Sam picks the lock on the front door and enters Dracula’s house, gun drawn. He goes from the modern day living room towards the dungeon-looking basement…
~*~*~
Jamie’s finished putting on the dress and waits to be told what to do next.
“I-I scared you?” Dracula asks sadly, his accent completely gone now. “You’re the only one I don’t want to scare.” He turns to face her. “I just love the movies. “
“They aren’t real, you can’t make them real.”
“Real…is being born this way,” he tells her. “Different. Real is having your dad call you “monster”. First time you hear the word, and he tries to beat you to death with a shovel. Everywhere I ran, everywhere I tried to hide, people found me, dragged me out, attacked me. Called me freak. Called me monster. Then I found them.” He turns back to her. “The great monsters. In their movies they were strong, they were feared. They were beautiful. And now I am like them.” He sniffs. “Commanding, terrifying.”
“Lonely.”
“Was lonely.” He reaches for her but she shies away and he pulls back. “Now I, I have you.”
“Ever think that you were lonely because you KILL people?” Jamie asks him.
“Or I kill people BECAUSE I’m lonely,” he counters.
There’s a noise and Dracula turns away. “Did you hear that? “
“What?” Jamie listens. “Dean? DEAN!”
Dracula knocks her out to stop her from screaming. Oops.
~*~*~
Dean is still trying to get out of the old electrifying board when Sam enters the dungeon. He rushes over to unlock Dean.
Just in time too. “The guy was about to Frankenstein me,” Dean tells his brother.
Sam gets him free then notices his clothes. “Hey there handsome.”
“Shut up!” Dean cuts him off.
Sam tries not to laugh and they head over to the old tough-looking dungeon door. Sam looks at Dean, who just waves to the door. You go ahead. Ah, man.
Sam psychs himself up to break it down and *crash* His foot goes right through the door, knocking the entire thing off its hinges. It falls flat on the ground. Okay then.
“Let’s go.” Sam heads off and Dean looks back at the doorway.
Crazy Dracula.
~*~*~
Sam finds Jamie unconscious on the bed. Dracula attacks him, throwing him through another movie-set like wall. “You will never beat Van Helsing!” he cries. Dean tries to get at him, but this time Dracula’s ready. He grabs him and knocks his jack with his elbow easily. “And you, Harker,” he tells Dean. “Now you DIE! “
Dean knees him. How about not he shuts up? They both spot Sam’s gun on the ground, and Dracula punches Dean to the ground. He lifts his caped arms and shows his vampire teeth, hissing just as--*BAM BAM!* Two gunshots go through his chest from behind.
He looks down. “Silver?” Dracula turns to find Jamie with the gun still aimed at him.
“Was Beauty that killed the Beast.” He stumbles back telling her, “No Mina, do not weep.”
Jamie just gives him an incredulous look.
Dracula falls to a chair. “Perhaps…this…is how….the movie…should end.” He lets out a long sigh and dies.
*iris in on Dracula*
~*~*~
Sam stands by waiting for Dean and Jamie to finish kissing.
“Thank you G-man,” Jamie tells Dean. “You’ve been of great service to your country.”
He kisses her again. “Ah yes—” kiss “I’m very—” kiss “Very patriotic.” Kiss. He glances at Sam, then back to Jamie. “Bye.” He kisses her one last time.
“Bye.”
Sam nods to her as he and Dean start to leave, an amused look on his face.
“You guys saved my life you know,” Jamie calls after them . “So, thanks.”
Sam: I like her.
Dean: Feels good to be back on the job again, doesn’t it?
Sam: Yeah it does.
Dean: Hero gets the girl, monster gets the gank. All in all? Happy ending. With a happy ending no less.
Sam: Real classy, Dean.
They start to leave.
Hey all Dean’s saying is that it’d “Be nice if life were movie simple you know?”
Sam nods. His brother’s got a point.
Dean: Although if I was turning life into a movie it wouldn’t be this Abbot and Costello meet the monster crap.
Sam: Yeah. No I know what you’d pick.
Dean: *laughs* No you don’t.
Sam: Yeah I do.
Dean: No, you don’t. You don’t!
Sam: Porky’s II.
Dean: What?
Sam: You heard me.
Dean stares at him a second and Sam just raises his eyebrows with a grin.
Dean: Lucky guess.
He walks off and a very amused Sam walks after him.
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Awwww, I absolutely LOVED this episode! Even with the editing and music there were so many hilarious takes on the classic monster movie I’m still grinning. And that X-files part? LoL!
Brilliantly done Supernatural! This has quickly become one of my favorite episodes!*spots a big pretzel* Gotta go!
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