Episode 721: “Reading is Fundamental”
As we saw last week, Sam and Dean Winchester managed to steal some kind of clay lump from Dick Roman, and now we get to find out why that made him so very angry.
We’re approaching the end of the season, which means the stakes are rising, and so is the ensemble cast. Meg the demon has been babysitting the seemingly comatose Castiel the angel, who’s been babysitting his brother, Lucifer (no introduction necessary, I assume), who was previously in residence inside Sam’s head. With me so far?
Castiel is just so awesome in this. In every way there is. I just don’t even know what else to say about it. He needs to be in every episode ever. I want the Winchester-Castiel show. Seriously. Another brilliant Ben Edlund episode from the man who brought you possessed turducken sandwiches.
Anyway, at the beginning of the episode, the Winchesters broke an ancient tablet out of its stone casing, which caused some real “wrath of god type stuff” as the Ghostbusters might say, in the form of a freak lightning storm that encompassed the entire eastern half of North America. As soon as the mysterious tablet inside was free, a Prophet in the form of college student Kevin Tran found himself driving to where it was located so that he could grab it and not let go. Ever. Fortunately, he’s a nice guy, and he can translate the writing on it that nobody else can read because he and the tablet belong to each other. No not like that.
Turns out the tablet is the direct word of God transcribed by head angel scribe Metatron and are pretty much “use this in case of a Leviathan emergency” instructions. Kevin’s doing his best to try and translate the thing while being sort of semi-kidnapped and while also being an increasingly important pawn in the fight between the Leviathans and, well… everybody else.
Everybody’s got a horse in this race, and everybody owes somebody something. The brilliance of Supernatural is that even through the laugh-out-loud silliness and unexpected twists and turns, the core of the show remains true to itself. The drama is real, the tenderness heartfelt, the pathos of the trail of far too many messed-up lives laid bare.
Once the tablet is translated and the information is safely in the hands of the Winchesters, two angels escort the young man home safely. Until, you guessed it, a Leviathan steps in to ruin the happy ending. But when has a happy ending ever been normal for Supernatural?