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+ | * "It's All Good Lovin' to Me" by Sleestak (Black Toast Music) | ||
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* "Raggedy Ann" by Tirra Dent | * "Raggedy Ann" by Tirra Dent | ||
:''(sung by Catriona as she is torturing Rowena)'' | :''(sung by Catriona as she is torturing Rowena)'' |
Revision as of 15:47, 10 February 2017
Title | Regarding Dean |
Episode # | Season 12, Episode 11 |
First aired | February 9, 2017 |
Directed by | John Badham |
Written by | Meredith Glynn |
On IMDB | Regarding Dean |
Outline | |
Monster | Witches |
Timeline | |
Location(s) | |
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Contents
Synopsis
Characters
Definitions
- Aliases
- Black Grimoire
- Costumes & Disguises
- Grenade Launcher
- Hex Bag
- Impala
- Sexual Encounters
- Spells
- Table of Death
- Witches
Music
- "It's All Good Lovin' to Me" by Sleestak (Black Toast Music)
- (playing in the bar as Sam and Dean review surveilence footage)
- "Raggedy Ann" by Tirra Dent
- (sung by Catriona as she is torturing Rowena)
- "Broomstick Cowboy" by Bobby Goldsboro
- (plays over the ending montage)
Quotes
Rowena: Maybe he's drunk.
Sam: See, now that's comedy.
Sam: You can't read lips.
Rowena: Well, of course I could. But witchcraft this complex would take time, more than Dean's got. He's already begun to forget himself, everyone he's ever known, ever loved. Even you. Soon, he'll forget how to speak, how to swallow. Then, Dean Winchester is going to die.
Sam: Not funny.
Dean: Of what? The curse that nearly killed me?
Trivia & References
Sam: Dory?
Dean: Not gonna apologize for loving that fish. Not to you, not to anyone.
- A reference to the Finding Nemo and Finding Dory character of the same name, who had memory issues.
Dean: Okay. We talking circa 1983?
Sam: I don't know, and I'm not checking either.
Dean: Skinemax?
Rowena: Excuse me?
Catriona: I remember you. A rag doll all huddled up on our doorstep. I swore I could see the fleas nibbling away at whatever the hell was left of that dirty little body of yours. And still, still you thought you were worthy of our magic. And when we disagreed. Oh, how you begged, how you threw yourself down and... offered yourself to each of us. Boyd almost took you up on it too, but then I told him it would be cleaner with the pigs.