“Supernatural” had me at the first “son of a bitch!” After a shocker of a winter finale, that left Sam and Dean in opposite corners on opposite side of the country—Dean siding with troubled vampire Benny; and Sam accidentally reuniting with his old flame Amelia—it returns with the show’s strange and engrossing take on a romantic comedy. “Torn and Frayed” had it all: angels, sacrifice, and heartrending break-ups.
Let’s dive in shall we!
The episode begins with Dean knock-knock-knockin’ on Sam’s door in Kermit, Texas. His kid brother is seven feet of anger, betrayal and disbelief and nearly shuts the door in Dean’s gorgeous face. Sam was angry, because Dean cloned Amelia’s phone and sent him a distress text had queued up echoes of their loved ones’ deaths. “You save a vampire by making me believe that the woman I love might be dead.” Nice summary, counselor!
Dean was self-righteous and tossed out flippant apologies because in reality, he didn’t think he was wrong and maybe he didn’t realize the gravity of what he had done. Dean Winchester ain’t got time for that! Neither of them were entirely innocent, and needed to work their issues out instead of tiptoeing around them. At a stalemate, Dean slinked off to drown his sorrows in porn and to cuddle up with several six-packs at Rufus’ cabin.
Elsewhere, that adorable Cas-lovin' angel nabbed in “A Little Slice Of Kevin” with the hippie, vegan, crunchy name, Samandriel, was still being tortured by Crowley’s mooks. Now they have a demonic doctor was overseeing the angel-boarding. He’d adapted a medical device used to stabilize the spine and is deliciously called a “halo” to figure out how angels tick. Nice touch, show! Samandriel’s screams of agony were strong enough to cause ripple effect of strange happenings, enabling Castiel to triangulate his approximate location to Nebraska. Nailing down the exact address would take people skills, which meant he needed his favorite Winchester.
Dean definitely has a way with a case. After interviewing a man who was charboiled by a burning bush, (“I’d laugh too if it didn’t feel like the sun just ate my face"), he realized that Crowley would have hoards of demons guarding the Samandriel’s location and they just needed to “drive ‘til we see ugly.” It worked, of course, but the facility was guarded an army of demons, and they needed reinforcements and a better plan than gank-and-grab. To Castiel, who’d been flitting around the globe doing good deeds, like providing a weary mother with a diagnosis for her sick baby, that meant snatching Sam from his den of sin with Amelia, and returning him to the houseboat with the grubby, grouchy prophet to make anti-demon bombs and still not talk.