What's that, Supernatural? You have a completely solid episode to show me? Good MotW, good gore, good season arc advancement?  A little taste of Castiel? Where have you been all my life, "You Can't Handle the Truth"?

Forsooth, Friday's entry in to the Supernatural canon was exactly what I've been waiting for this season. All things considered, six episodes isn't too long to take to find one's footing, and one of those episodes was "Weekend at Bobby's." If the rest of the season plays out like "You Can't Handle the Truth," it will be just fine by me.

We open with a little pixie of a waitress doing a first date rehash with someone over the phone. She ends the call with a request for the truth. Pretty soon, she's getting the truth from all angles: the cook thinks she's pathetic, the manager thinks the other waitress is much hotter, and the busboy says she gives him the creeps. By the time kindly old grannies are confessing to murders and little girls are planning them, waitress has grabbed the six shooter from the till and called back her friend from earlier. Instead of support and comfort, the woman on the other end of the line tells our little pixie of a waitress that she's a freak who should go ahead and kill herself. So she does. She blows her brains out all over the restaurant's sign (which leaves the "happy" part dripping with blood). Hee! Oh, show.