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Aired: Thursday January 18, 2007

Baddies: Maggie's spirit

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Lore:

Imaginary Friends

An imaginary friend is an invented person, animal or character that is created especially by children. The inventor will act as if the imaginary being is physically present by talking to it, playing with it, or even attempting to feed it. If told that the friend is non-existent, the inventor will often retaliate in a defensive manner by stating that the imaginary friend is invisible.

For parents, an understanding of a child's conversations with their imaginary friends can reveal a lot about the anxieties and fears of that child. It can also give an insight into the child's aspirations and perception of the world. Some children report that their "imaginary friends" manifest themselves physically, and are indistinguishable from "real" people, however it is unknown whether these cases correspond specifically to any condition.

Children Prone to the Supernatural

When a child comes into this world they are what we term "close to the grave". This term means that they have just come over from the Other Side. Before they entered the Earth realm and incarnated into this lifetime they were "in spirit" on the Other Side waiting to be born. This means that they may have been there with passed over loved ones before they came here.

It is not unusual for these loved ones to step in from the Other Side and visit with these wee ones. And often their guardian angels will interact with them as well.

Children are born with their third eye wide open. This is the chakra point in the middle of the forehead. This is the chakra (an energy point on the body) which enables one to be open to spirit communication, and the ability to see spirits and talk with them.

Quincunx

The arrangement of five units in the pattern corresponding to the five-spot on dice, playing cards or dominoes. A Quincunx is often used in Hoodoo as a sort of “artificial crossroad” and can be created inside a room in the house. The quincunx or five-spot is generally used for sealing and fixing spells in place.

Poppets

A doll used in European witchcraft made to represent a person, for casting healing, fertility, or binding spells on that person. These dolls can be made from carved root, grain, or corn shafts, a fruit paper wax, a potato, clay, branches, or cloth stuffed herbs. Whatever actions are performed upon the poppet are then transferred to the person. These dolls are often mistakenly called “voodoo dolls”, but Voodoo dolls are unheard of in the original Voodoo in Haiti, although some are used in New Orleans Voodoo, mostly to amuse tourists. Apparently, the term Voodoo doll was invented by an American writer who made up a story about Voodoo after hearing that it was witchcraft. The only “dolls” used in Voodoo are ones used on Voodoo altars, which are supposed to represent loa, the spirits of voodoo.

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Quotes:

Sam: Look I donno dean, it might be nothing but I told Ellen we’d think about checkin it out.
Dean: You did?
Sam: Yeah. You seem surprised.
Dean: We-yeah it’s just.. you know. Not the uh.. patented Sam Winchester way is it?
Sam: What way is that?
Dean: Just figured after Ava that you’d be uh.. you know.. more angst and droopy music and starin out the rainy windows.. Yeah, I’ll shut up now.
Sam: Look.. I’m the one who told her to go back home. Now her fiancé’s dead and some demon’s taken her off to god knows where. You know? We’ve been lookin for a month now. We got nothin. So I’m not givin up on her but I’m not gonna let other people die either. We gotta save as many people as we can.
Dean: Wow. That attitude is just way too healthy for me. I’m officially uncomfortable now, thank you.

Dean: Dude this is sweet! Never get to work jobs like this.
Sam: Like what?
Dean: Old-school haunted houses. You know? Fog, secret passageways, sissy British accents.. We might even get to run into Fred and Daphne while we're inside. Heh heh.. Mmm, Daphne. Love her.

Dean: Don’t you think this place is a little too uh.. ‘white meat’ for hoodoo?
Sam: Maybe.

Susan: May I help you?
Dean: Hi, yeah I’d like a room for a couple of nights.
Susan: Hey! (to children running past)Sorry about that.
Sam: No problem.
Susan: Well um, congratulations. You could be some of our final guests.
Dean: H’well sounds vaguely ominous.
Susan: No I’m sorry, I mean we’re closing at the end of the month. Let me guess. You guys are here antiquing?
Dean: (assumes it’s as good a cover as any, Sam nods vigorously) How'd you know?
Susan: Oh-well you just look the type. So, uh, a king-size bed?
Sam: What?! No, no uh no, no we-we’re... Two singles. We're just brothers.
Dean: (quiet) Yeah.
Susan: Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry.
Dean: (looking unnerved) What'd you mean that we look the type?
Sam: (Susan is lost for words) You know um.. (Dean gives him self a once-over look) speaking of antiques uh.. you have a really urn on the front porch. Where did you get that?
Susan: You know I have no idea, it’s been there forever. Here you go (handing key to Dean) Mr. Mahogoff. You’ll be staying in room two thirty seven.
Dean: Okay..
Susan: Sherwin, could you show these gentlemen to their rooms?
Sherwin: (walks up) Let me guess... antiquers?

Dean: Of course, the most troubling question is why do these people assume we're gay?
Sam: Well, you are kind of butch. They probably think you're overcompensating.
Dean: (chuckles) Right. (giving a nervous/unsure look)

Dean: Hi there!
Susan: Hi.
Sam: Hi.
Susan: Everything OK with your room?
Dean and Sam: Yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeaaah..
Sam: Yeah, everything’s great.
Good.
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: Yeah.
(awkward slience while Dean looks in the room)
Susan: Well I was.. I was just in the middle of packing so..
Dean: Hey!.. Are those antique dolls? ‘Cause this one, this one here, he’s, he’s got a major doll collection back home. (grins at Sam) Don’t ya? Huh?
Sam: (fake smile) Big time.
Dean: Big time. Yeah. You think he could come- well we could come in and take a look?
Susan: I don’t know…
Dean: Please? Please, I mean he loves them. He’s not gonna tell you this, but he’s always dressing ‘em up in these little tiny outfits and I mean, you’d make his day. You-she would, huh? Huh?
Sam: (glaring at Dean, turns to Susan) It’s true. (Dean gives a big smile)
Susan: OK. Come on in.
Dean: Alright! (whispering to Sam while play hitting his arm) Alright!
(Sam gives Dean the glare of death)
Dean: Wow! This is a lotta dolls. An’.. they're nice, they're not super-creepy at all...

Dean: Well what do you think? Dolls, hoodoo.. mysterious shut-in grandma..
Sam: Well.. dolls are used in all kind of voodoo and hoodoo like curses and binding spells and..
Dean: Yeah, maybe we found our witchdoctor. Well I’ll go see what I can dig up on boomin granny, you get online, check old obits, freak accidents, that sort of thing. See if she’s whacked anybody before.
Sam: Right.
Dean: Don’t go surfing porn, that’s not the kind of whacking I mean. (Sam gives him a look of exasperation)

Dean: There’s been another one. Some guy just hung himself in his room.
Sam: (quietly) Yeah.. I saw.
Dean: We gotta figure this out and fast. What’dja find out about Granny?
Sam: (drunkenly) You're bossy.
Dean: What?!
Sam: (arms out) You're bossy. (thinking) And short... (chuckles)
Dean: Are you drunk?
Sam: Yeah! (arms out again) So? Stupid.
Dean: Dude, what are you thinkin? We’re workin a case.
Sam: (suddenly somber) That guy.. who hung himself... I couldn’t save him.
Dean: What are you talking about? You didn’t know, you couldn’t have done anything.
Sam: That’s an excuse Dean. I should have found a way to save him. I shoulda saved Ava too.
Dean: Yeah, well you can’t save everyone. Even you said that.
Sam: (slams his good hand on the table) No Dean! You don’t understand alright?! The more people I save.. The more I can change.
Dean: Change what?
Sam: My destiny.. Dean..
Dean: Alright. Time for bed. Come on sasquach. (Lifting Sam up) Come on.
Sam: I need you to watch out for me.
Dean: Yeah. I always do.
Sam: NO! No no no no.. You have to watch OUT for me. Alright? And if I ever.. turn into somethin’ that I’m not. You have to kill me.
Dean: Sam.. (tries to look away)
Sam: (grabs Dean) Dean. Dad told you to do it you have to.
Dean: Yeah, well dad’s an a**. (Sam looks taken aback) He never should have said anything. I mean you don’t do that you don’t-you don’t lay that kinda crap on your kids!
Sam: No! He was right to say it. Who knows what I might become?! Even now! Everyone around me dies!
Dean: Yeah, well I’m not dyin. OK? And neither are you, come on. (pushes Sam down onto the bed) Sit down.
Sam: No! (grabs Dean’s shirt) Please! Dean you’re the only one who can do it. Promise.
Dean: Don’t ask that of me.
Sam: Dean. Please. You have to promise me. (Sam gives Dean such a pleading look..)
Dean: (pause) I promise.
Sam: Thanks. (grabs Dean’s face) Thank you.
Dean: Alright. (pushes Sam’s hands away and forces him down to the bed. Sam rolls onto his stomach burying his face in the pillow and Dean is lost in thought while he rubs his face with his hand and messes with his hair)

Sherwin: There’s little Mrs. Susan.. and her mother, Rose. Happier days.
Dean: They’re not happy now?
Sherwin: Well.. would you be? Leaving the only home you ever knew?
Dean: I donno.. I never really knew one.

(Sam curled over the toilet as Dean walks into the room)
Dean: How you feelin Sammy? I guess mixing Whisky and Yeager wasn’t such a gangbuster idea was it? Yah, I bet you don’t remember a thing from last night do ya?
Sam: Ahh.. I can still taste the tequila.
Dean: (nods his head in relief) You know there's a really good hangover remedy, it's uh.. it’s a greasy pork sandwich served up in a dirty ashtray.
Sam: Ahhh.. I hate you.
Dean: I know you do.
Dean: Hey, it turns out when Grandma Rose was a tyke, she had a Creole nanny who wore a hoodoo necklace. (to the smell) Ohhhphh..
Sam: So you think she taught Rose hoodoo?
Dean: Yes I do.
Sam: All right. (gets up from toilet bowl, sighing heavily) I think it's time that we talked to Rose then.
Dean: (groans in disgust) You can brush your teeth first.

Sam: This woman's had a stroke.
Dean: Yeah, but hoodoo's hands-on...
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: ...you gotta mix herbs, and chant, and build an altar.
Sam: So it can't be Rose. Heck, maybe it's not even hoodoo.
Dean: You know, she could be faking.
Sam: Yeah, what do you wanna do, poke her with a stick? (Dean nods) Dude, you are not gonna poke her with a stick!

Susan: You’re insane.
Dean: It’s been said.
Sam: Look, I’m sorry Susan, we don’t exactly have time to ease you into this but we need to know when you’re mother had the stroke.
Susan: What does that have to do with anything?
Sam: Just answer the question.
Susan: Uh.. about a month ago.
Sam: Right before the killings began? (to Dean) You see? So what if Rose was workin hoodoo, but not to hurt anyone, to protect them.
Dean: So she was using the five spot urns to ward off the spirit..
Sam: Right. Until she had a stroke and she couldn’t anymore.
Susan: I don't believe this.
Dean: Listen, sister, that car didn't try to run you down by itself, okay? I mean I guess it did, technically, but if a spirit can... forget it.
Sam: (realizing Dean’s distress he cuts in) Just believe what you want alright? But the fact is, you and your family are in danger. Alright? So you need to clear everybody out of here, you’re employees, um.. your mother, your daughters. Everyone.
Susan: Um.. I only have one daughter.
Sam: One?
Dean: I thought Tyler had a sister named Maggie.
Susan: Maggie’s imaginary.
Sam: (share’s a knowing look with Dean) Where’s Tyler?

Dean: (as Susan's taxi pulls away) Think you could have hooked up with some MILF action there, bud. Seriously, I think she liked you.
Sam: Yeah, that’s all she needs.
Dean: Well you saved the mom, you saved the girl. Not a bad day. Of course, you know I coulda saved them myself but I didn’t want you to feel useless..
Sam: (laughs) Alright.. I appreciate it.
Dean: Feels good getting back in the saddle, doesn't it?
Sam: Yeah. Yeah, it does. But it doesn't change what we talked about last night, Dean.
Dean: (evasive) We talked about a lotta things last night.
Sam: You know what I mean.
Dean: You were wasted.
Sam: But you weren't. And you promised.

Excellent Episode IMO course I saw the ending coming a mile away but that's not unusual so I don't take points off for that.

I've never actually read any Stephen King... but I've heard this episode was very similar to many things.. even the Shinning.... which we all know Dean loves. blaugh

I WAS SCARED S*ITLESS!!!! I LOVED IT and found it cute and kinda sad when sam was drunk. It was raelllly good ep. Probley one of my Favs from this season. ^.^

Not to mention his complete and total reversal to being a little kid. And he did it the entire time he was pleading too. If you listen it's like he was a child again begging to be ... I dunno taken on a hunt or something. Especially the line, "Dad told you to, you have to." I absolutely felt so bad for him, yet at the same time I was giggling because he was an amazing drunk.