#2x19: folsom prison blues

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Season 2

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Supernatural 2x19//Folsom Prison Blues

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Supernatural season 2, episode 19: “Folsom Prison Blues”

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Deacon asking Dean to punch him before escaping // Betty asking Carlos to punch her before escaping

Supernatural // The Winchesters parallels (2x19/1x11)

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2x19 Folsom Prison Blues

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Damage Control - 2x19 Folsom Prison Blues

Tiny’s large body stretches the body bag to its limits, and Dean gives him a silent salute when the gurney is rolled past him, out of the infirmary. He’d liked the guy, and although Sam would be nervous about that, Dean doesn’t care. Not every inmate in this prison is a bad person. Many of them, he’s learned, were simply dealt a tough hand in life, often from the very start, and, like Tiny, hadn’t managed to fight their way out - at least not in the right, legally accepted way. 

In truth, it’s no wonder that Dean fits in here so easily, as Sam had remarked with concern. All the crap he’s dealt with, all the crap he’s done - he’s not much different from Tiny or the others. Hell, he’s been on the FBI’s Wanted List for a while now, and while most of the crimes he’s charged with are bogus or were committed for a good reason, there are some atrocities he’s responsible for that would rightfully put him behind bars for a very long time. 

And he’d survive in here. Not in Solitary. Dean can only face windowless walls and nothing but himself for a limited amount of time. But as part of a community - an inked-up, screwed-up, defensive shields-up community with a clear hierarchy and an even clearer set of unwritten rules - he’d make it through. He might even thrive, judging by the amount of cigarettes he’s won over cards and by the respectful looks he’s getting in the yard ever since returning from Solitary. 

Not Sam, though. Unless they’d put him in charge of the library, Sam would wilt like an unwatered plant. And even then, that big brain of his and his need for independence would make him climb the walls. Physically, he could stand his ground, of course, but mentally? Like Dean, Sam can handle a lot of shit. Being caged in is not one of them.

“Your BP’s fine. Your chest still hurting?”

Velcro rips as the prison doctor loosens the blood pressure cuff around Dean’s arm. Feet dangling, Dean’s sitting on the infirmary’s examination table, one hand cuffed to its frame. A guard is hovering, an eternally menacing glare plastered to his face, 

“A little,” Dean admits. While he no longer feels like dying, his chest is still a little tight where the ghost squeezed his heart.

“Hm.” The doc - a different one than last night’s - wrinkles his already deeply creased forehead. “Have you had heart problems before?”

Massive coronary when accidentally electrocuting myself with an amped-up taser, Dean remembers. But after being healed by a reaper, I believe that no longer counts.

“Not really, no,” he replies. 

“Hm,” the doc hums again. He’s an elderly man giving off grandfather vibes, but his sharp blue eyes belie his age. “Unbutton your top for me, please,” he says. 

With his one available hand, Dean snaps the upper half of his orange jumpsuit open to reveal his naked chest. It’s mottled with bruises, and not all of them come from the beating he took last night. 

“Looks like you got into a bit of a pickle”, the doc says, and, somehow, his manner of speaking reminds Dean of Bobby. 

Dean just huffs, and it turns into a grunt when the doctor palpates his sore ribs. Man, Deacon really didn’t hold back when he used the baton on him last night. Way to make it look real.

“My colleague told you you cracked one of these?” the doc says, pointing at a particular dark swath of bruising along Dean’s lower ribs.

“He did.” 

“And advised you to take it easy for a few days?” The old man reaches for the stethoscope dangling around his neck.

“Spa weekend coming right up,” Dean jokes sarcastically. 

The doc pauses for a moment, his eyes looking directly into Dean’s, musing, and Dean has the sudden feeling of disarmament.

“You better be careful in here, son,” the old doctor says. It’s a warning, but his tone is gentle. “This isn’t a place that takes humor lightly. Might want to think twice when you challenge people like Tiny. You seem to be an intelligent young man. I’d hate to see you getting wheeled out of here in a body bag, too. Now, deep breaths, if you can.”

Caught a little off guard, Dean is glad that the doctor doesn’t seem to expect a response while listening to Dean’s heart and lungs. The stethoscope feels cold against his chest, and every deep breath sends a sharp stab through his left side where he’s definitely cracked a rib. He pinches his face - and hisses when that causes a ring of pain to flare up around his left eye and down his cheek.

“Did you get that x-rayed last night?” the doctor asks, pointing at his injured face.

Dean presses three fingers against his eyebrow to quell the headache and squints at the doc. “No. They said it wasn’t necessary.”

The infirmary doctor on duty last night had given Dean a perfunctory once over before sticking him in his caged, uncomfortable bed and telling him to ‘sleep it off’.

“Hm.” The gloved, rheumy hands carefully palpate Dean’s wounded cheekbone. “Might be cracked as well. But even if it is, I’m afraid the upstanding taxpayers of Green River County won’t pay for anything else than letting it heal on its own. How’s your pain, son?”

“It’s fine.”

The older man arches one thick, gray eyebrow. “Is that so?” 

Dean blinks and tries to wipe any trace of discomfort or weakness from his face. He’s not even sure why. The old doc’s nice and seems to really care. But something about being in here makes Dean revert to the steel in his bones and to the poker face John Winchester taught him. 

“I’m good, doc,” he states, pushing gravel into his voice. 

The old man’s face takes on an expression somewhere between sadness and respect. Surely, he’s seen many men like Dean pass through the prison infirmary - young, bullheaded, messed-up and hiding their pain under tattoos, a cocky swagger and an air of menace. It’s surprising that he doesn’t appear as jaded as the rest of the prison staff. Some people, Dean assumes, take longer to lose their humanity than others, even in the face of hopelessness. 

“Alright then,” the doc says. “No pain meds. Your choice. But I’m going to keep you here for observation for a couple more hours, and I would like to run an EKG, just to make sure your heart really is fine. Can’t have another inmate drop dead on me tonight for no apparent reason.”

Dean replies with an annoyed eye roll, just for show, which the doctor ignores.

“Lie down, young man.” 

While he wheels a quaint looking EKG unit closer on squeaking wheels, Dean clumsily lies down around his cuffed hand, the metal cutting into his wrist as he shifts into a halfway comfortable position. The guard doesn’t take his eyes off him, and, for good measure, Dean throws him a defiant glare. Sam may be right, Dean thinks. He really is fitting into the whole Alcatraz thing a bit too easily. 

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2x19, Folsom Prison Blues

Critical theory: Empathy/compassion + class solidarity, and who is leading that. Emotional intelligence. Homoeroticism. 

Discussion question(s): Dean + community (~doesn’t it bother you how well you fit in here?) 

Key quotes: Sam, “Dean, doesn't it bother you how well you seem to fit in here?”; Dean, “I am freakin’ velvety smooth.”

Discussion: This is possibly the most stressed I have ever seen these two in an episode (with the possible exception of Night Shifter). Lawyer is a real one. 

Dean loves it when he gets to do non-hunting stuff. He was in prison and having a great time. 

Sam has… no empathy for these people. He doesn’t care if they die. Also btw he killed someone two episodes ago. He’s doing ~not all monsters are bad spirits were once regular people… but people in prison deserve to die? Grow up.

Dean loves to flirt (Kai). Personally I don’t see it as flirting, or as manipulation—I think he likes to connect. He’s good at reading people and knowing what to say (ie. the lawyer, “you know I’m not guilty”, with Henricksen he knows he can’t fix it, so he just plays with it). He connects with Tiny, and other inmates. He’s good at building connections. 

Dean fits in anywhere. We saw this last episode. He just likes… people.  Dean isn’t pretentious about it—he knows he’s not better than anyone. 

Once again it’s different takes on the same upbringing. They moved around so much. Sam’s response to that is “I’m never going to fit in anywhere”, and Dean’s is “if I’m going to survive, I have to fit in anywhere.” 

And it’s people pleasing. He had to keep John happy, he had to keep Sam happy. He knows how to make people happy. 

Sam keeps pushing Dean into staying in the job. And then wanting to leave the job. 

Dean doesn’t like leaving things unfinished.

Sam thinks he has a very strong sense of morality, but Dean’s is so, so strong, he has such a strong sense of justice (tism). He has such a strong sense of duty. He wants to do the right thing. 

The duty here is because of John—they’re settling one of John’s debts. Dean always feels like that’s his duty… but knowing that John died to save him, perhaps even more so. Perhaps now more than ever he feels it is his duty to return the favour for Deacon, because John’s life is now his own. 

Star student: Kai, the analysis of Dean’s sense duty in relation to John dying for him (something I would like to discuss further next episode).

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Random Supernatural Screencaps: Folsom Prison Blues (2x19)

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This week we discuss the events of Supernatural episode 2x19 Folsom Prison Blues 🚬

Ways to listen:

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underrated needle drop is rooster playing at the end of 2x19 when henriksen realizes sam and dean got away again

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rewatching folsom prison blues. dean should have beat sam’s ass for saying “yeah, ‘innocent’ 🙄” in regards to the dead inmates

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this next episode is named after one of the greatest songs ever penned and if we don't get a needle drop i'm going to become a problem

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Folsom Prison Blues (2x19) April 26th, 2007