So, Madge and Eddie answer the door to deal with one of their overly enthusiastic neighbors, and by the time they return to the kitchen, Sam and Dean have magically managed to escape the ropes that had bound them to the chairs, and Our Dear Boys are now slamming shut and barricading the kitchen's only exits with various items of heavy furniture. Unfortunately for them, their evergreen stakes are down in the basement, so they've got to find new weaponry, and fast. Fortunately for them, the Carrigans have a live tree, so Our Intrepid Heroes quickly Dawn Davenport the thing to the carpet and dismember it, snapping off a couple of sturdy branches that'll suit their current purposes quite nicely. And long story short, after Madge and Fast Eddie inevitably escape from the kitchen to smack the boys around the first floor with some brutal hand-to-hand (at which Darling Sammy still suh-uh-uuuuucks, by the way), Sam and Dean manage to poke the two monsters full of holes, leaving Madge and Fast Eddie to drop against the floorboards, dead, with a couple of festively decorated Christmas tree branches protruding from their chests. It's all so sick and insensitive and silly and wrong that the entire sequence leaves me with a splendidly warm and fuzzy feeling inside. "Me, too!" Raoul agrees.