Yeah, he was Jonas. That's where I recognise him from.

A ton of bricks just hit me. That's why I knew his face.

The Campbells are hosts for his pet demons

Every single time I watch, the girl Campbell gives me the creeps. I hope this is on purpose because if not, I feel bad for the actress. That little grin is giving me nightmares.

I hope this season's arc doesn't result in a lot of mean-to-Dean or just plain mean-Sam fic.

Seriously fans (not here) need to back off. I picture vultures circling when the show hasn't had a chance to tell the story yet. There wouldn't have been much point to the yellow crayon if there isn't anything left between the boys. And I don't believe for a second that we will have extended separation between Sam and Dean.

Maybe it's like caffeine addiction and waiting on the show is just making everyone mean. I know that is happening with me.

Reading a lot of S4 fic is already irritating enough. I don't want a rehash.

The sheer amount of evil!Sam, Boy King of Hell, fic out there was amazing to me. And stuff that delighted in him torturing Dean. Do. Not. Get. Do. Not. Want.

I will say, having watched 6.01 twice again, that I'm intrigued. I want to know things. How Sam got sprung, what's up with Grandad, how Dean gets sucked back into hunting (given that I'd throw baby bro the biggest flipoff ever and lose his number. I'd keep Bobby's, but only because the fucker might be useful in protecting Liese and Ben), whether the Campbells are possessed, evil incarnate, or just f'in' creepy.

I want Sam to have agency apart from his baby bro role. I want retribution and reparation from Sam and Bobby for Dean's sake. I want Dean to have a chance to make his own choices. I want Lisa and Ben to live.

I have no idea how many of these will be resolved in canon, but I'm willing to hang around and find out. So the pilot worked for me, in that respect.

What Bev said.

eta: Okay, maybe I've rewatched more than twice.

(I am so not mad at Sam. I think he's wrong, and I'd slap him, but I'd never cut him off)

I can't make up my mind how I feel about Sam because I still have no idea what the heck is going on with him, or if that's even him. I think if he is really himself and there's nothing else supernatural (heh) going on with him then yes, I'm mad at him. But I'll be surprised if that turns out to be the case.

What ita said.

I just rewatched, and I'm not sure he's "wrong" anymore, in the sense of not being 100% Sam, but clearly something's changed, whether it's his time in the cage, or the year back, or the Campbells' influence, or a combination. I saw more "Sam" this time through, but got the impression he's trying really hard to maintain a balance, or that he's trained himself to independence without Dean, or something.

I'm not mad at him at all, although I was peeved at him making fun of the golf clubs, when before I think it would have amused him. I'm worried about him. I miss the old earnest emo Sammy, too.

I second what Bev said, especially this

I want Dean to have a chance to make his own choices

Because damn is everybody in his face about how he ought to live his life or mocking him. Except for Lisa, who's all "I don't regret you being in mine, please don't sully that."

I am also mucho curious how Cas fits back in, and what that reunion will look like (I want hugs or something, maybe even a punch to the face, something passionate).

Maybe now we are seeing why Mary never let John meet anyone from her side of the family. Yeesh.

Bobby, I am the least preterbed with of all. I really believed him when he said, "it meant not getting your guts ripped out at thirty." I think as a father figure to the boys this is a real concern for him. He couldn't do anything for Sam, but here was an opportunity with Dean and he took it. I completely understand his part in the silence and that one sentence from him made me forgive all.

random aside: The thing that bugs me about the golf clubs is that it's become such a blue collar sport/past-time in the past decade or so. But I think the short hand used in show was mocking the more old-school snobbery and country-clubness that surrounds it. But all my budlite-swilling, flannel-wearing, minimum-wage dudes play it.