...Lucifer's still taunting My Sweet Baboo down in the derelict hotel's basement, and I'm finding that far more interesting at the moment. Well, not really, but I had to get out of that goddamned hardware store for a second. "Me too! I was feeling positively claustrophobic! [Slurp!]" In any event, Meg arrives to crow over her successful entrapment of Our Intrepid Heroes, and she shares a sufficiently creepy tender moment with her lord and master before it's time to head right back to that...

...Goddamned Conveniently Located Hardware Store. Jo's wallowing in an ocean of her own blood while Sam and Dean strategize fruitlessly down the aisle, and long story short, the younger Harvelle cuts through the crap to lay it all on the line for them: She can't move her legs, she can't be moved, her guts are being held in by an Ace bandage, and they must therefore get their priorities straight. They've got propane, wiring, iron nails, and rock salt, so to her mind, Our Intrepid Heroes' best course of action involves MacGyvering a series of homemade bombs, then opening the hardware store's doors before fleeing across the rooftops, leaving Jo alone with the trigger so she might "rip those mutts a new one." "I won't let you!" Ellen protests, tears welling up in her eyes. "This is why we're here, right?" Jo counters, staring her mother directly in the eye. "If I can get us a shot on The Devil," she continues, looking up at Dean, "we have to take it!" "No!" Ellen insists, now near weeping, but Jo grasps her hand and gently states, "Mom? This might literally be your last chance to treat me like an adult -- you might want to take it." And with that, she offers her mother a small, teasing smile. Ellen sobs but, after sharing A Look Fraught With Significance with her grievously injured daughter, she sniffles, "You heard her -- get to work!" and...