Meanwhile, down in that decrepit hotel cellar, My Sweet Baboo surreptitiously unscrews an overhead sewage pipe while Meg continues with the taunting. "We're gonna win!" she beams in the light from the still-blazing Jerusalem Oil. "You cloud-hopping pansies lost the whole damn Universe, and Lucifer's gonna take over Heaven -- we're goin' to Heaven, Clarence!" Because no one calls My Sweet Baboo a cloud-hopping pansy and gets away with it -- especially not some Scientological bimbo heretofore best-known for that asstastic Blue Dahlia movie starring Josh Harnett -- Castiel finishes unscrewing that overhead sewage pipe, sending the thing slamming into Meg, thereby propelling her smug, smarmy ass into the circle with him. And when Castiel attempts an impromptu exorcism, only to find his petty, vindictive superiors have deprived him of that ability? He throws Meg face-first across the flames and stomps on out of there across her back like she's some sort of Hell-sent meat carpet! "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I'm happy we can both still find enjoyment from this show, my scaly friend, despite the late Harvelle-related unpleasantness. "[Slurp!] Me too!"

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Castiel materializes at the edge of the clearing and absconds with Our Intrepid Heroes just as the ground beneath the slaughtered innocents of Carthage threatens to erupt. None of this escapes Lucifer's attention, of course, but he graciously allows them to flee, and even gifts them with a friendly parting smile on his face. And in the end, The Angel Of Death finally rises -- just out of the audience's line of vision, of course -- and expands itself all the way out into the final METAL TEETH CHOMP!