"Dean?" Sam has been staring at his brother during this time, waiting for him to say something. "Are you all right?" Dean shakes off the flashback. He sits down with Sam and whispers, "You do see something severely wrong here, right?" He talks about remembering every bit of awfulness involved in his escape. He taps the side of his head with his finer. "I have that whole ugly mess right here and he says he has no idea how he got out? I'm just not buying it." From the bathroom comes the sound of water running. Dean lowers his voice further. "I saw the shape that he was in. I mean, there was no way he was fighting his ass out alone." Sam wonders who else -- or what else -- could have gotten him out. Before they can ponder this further, Castiel walks out of the bathroom. He has not only cleaned himself up but ditched the awful beard, traded in his hospital jammies for his trademark blue suit, styled his hair and magically dry-cleaned his coat. "Better?" he asks, obviously quite pleased with himself. Sam and Dean try to strike a balance between "impressed" and "kind of really scared" and mostly succeed. Does this mean there won't be hugs?

Back at the diner, Mama Tran and Delta are arguing about their transaction. Mama Tran tries to play tough, but Delta's kind of holding all the cards. When she demands more money, Mama Tran tells Kevin to fetch her purse. He goes into the storeroom and sees that the salt line in front of one window has been broken. Instead of, say, rearranging the ample salt to re-solidify the line, he scampers back into the dining area. By then, Crowley and a minion have already arrived. "Hello, Delta," he says. She waves back. "Hiya!" Mama Tran is just shocked that a witch she hired off the internet would betray them. Delta is rather proud of herself for having made a deal with the King of Hell. He repays her by snapping his fingers and making her vanish. Crowley absconds with Kevin, after leaving instructions with the minion to kill Mama Tran. Mama Tran has other ideas though, and sprays the minion with a squirt gun of holy water. He screams in agony. Demons have a shockingly low threshold for pain.