The two emerge from the supply closet just as Wee Sam and Poor Doomed Barry pass by, and quite fortunately, Poor Doomed Barry finally gives Blondie a name: "Amanda Heckerling," which should remind you all of that certain famous lady who gave us both Fast Times At Ridgemont High and Clueless. Okay, and all of those shitty Look Who's Talking movies, but we'll give her a pass on those for now. In any event, Lard-Ass barges in to ruin everything, and as Poor Doomed Barry skitters off in search of an authority figure, Lard-Ass gets all up in Wee Sam's grille and starts pushing him around, eventually clocking the little kid with a right hook that sends Wee Sam sprawling across the linoleum. Fortunately, Poor Doomed Barry shows up with Mr. Wyatt at this moment, and the teacher puts a stop to it all before Wee Little Sammy gets really hurt. The camera lingers on Wee Sam's furious expression for a moment or so before cutting forward to...

...Adult Sam's sad one as he sprinkles salt across Poor Dead Barry's desecrated grave, and as a sign of how abysmally depressing this episode has become, I can't even enjoy the first honest-to-goodness grave desecration I've seen in years because of all the goddamned Angst. Thanks for nothing, Supernatural!

Later, Barry's bones having been burned, the Impala grumbles through the rain-streaked night as the boys ride silently side-by-side in the front seat. "You all right?" Dean eventually asks. "Barry was my friend," Sam quietly replies in what might be a callback to last week's penultimate scene, "and I just burned his bones." "He's at peace now," Dean offers, but Sam's not having it. "I mean, if [Our Worthless Bastard Of A So-Called Father] had just let us stay a little while longer," he sighs, "maybe I could have helped the kid." In an effort to let Sam off the hook, Dean details the coroner's report he stole from the principals office, which listed all of the antidepressants and antianxiety pills the poor kid was on along with noting Poor Dead Barry came from A Broken Home, and he concludes, "It was tragic, but it's not your fault." "To tell you the truth," Dean continues, "I'm glad we got out of that town. I hated that school." "Wasn't all bad," Sam shrugs. Dean scoffs. "How can you say that after what happened to you?" And what, exactly, happened to Wee Sam? "I don't care!" shrieks Raoul. "This is boring! Where is the VIOLENCE?! Whither the GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!? Where are the shirtless basketball players getting ripped through the roof of a bus?!" All in good time, my scaly friend. All in good time. "Hmph!"