Y’all know I watch this show first and foremost for The Pretty, so I was a little miffed at the beginning of this episode when I realized it was gonna be a Bobby episode. Don’t get me wrong, I love Bobby, but a whole episode? Turns out it was one of the best episodes of this show is a very, very long time.

Those pretty, pretty Winchester brothers are relegated to the background this week as we get to see a couple days in the life of Bobby Singer. Bobby, you see, sold his soul to Crowley (played once again by the ever awesome Mark Sheppard) back in the wheelchair days of last season. Now that Bobby and the boys put the kibosh on The Apocalypse by shutting Lucifer up in a box in hell, Crowley has taken over as the Big Bad down there. Bobby decides to take matters into his own hands to get his soul back, and we get an episode that veers swimmingly from frustration to potential romance to straight-up slapstick and back to frustration. There is just enough of all the supporting players to keep Bobby on his toes for the entire thing, and by god, by the end of the episode all I wanted was Bobby to get a bite of that damn cobbler! Poor guy.

I also enjoyed: Bobby putting the smack-down on Sam and Dean’s whiny ways; the Crowley/Fergus twisty-ness; Marcy – the sweet new neighbor; the freakin’ woodchipper gag; and an assist from that kook Rufus (honestly, I forgot he was still alive).

Haven’t had that much fun watching Supernatural in a long time. Here’s to hoping we get more solid, but free flowing episodes like that.

Extra added bonus: This episode was directed by the lovely Jensen Ackles!! Well done, sir.