Bobby and Ellen amble over for the denouement. Unfortunately, it's awkwardly written filler about the hundreds of new Hell-sent dark demonic forces they've got to battle in the coming days as Our Now-Deceased Yellow-Eyed Acquaintance managed to release an "army" upon the face of the earth, and Bobby hopes to hell Our Intrepid Heroes are ready for it, "because the war has just begun." Boston's "Don't Look Back" kicks in on the soundtrack, and Dean, by way of response, gets this brilliantly eager smile on his face. As the shot cuts to TrunkCam, Dean tosses The Fucking Colt into the trunk, and he gleefully announces, "We got work to do!" before slamming the thing shut on Season Two.

I was going to insert a lengthy rant at this point regarding how lousy this episode was both as a season finale and as a series finale had the network not renewed Supernatural for 2007-2008, but I got tired and went to bed, so I'll leave you all instead with this kindly message from yours truly to The Kripkeeper:

My dear, sweet Mr. Kripkeeper, sir, if Dawn Ostroff jerks you up and down about renewal next season the way she did this one? Plan on going out with a great big goddamned earth-shattering kaboom regardless of the outcome, like you did in Season One. Because that shit was awesome, and this most definitely was not. And so, Mr. Kripkeeper, a happy and healthy hiatus to you and yours, and Raoul and I will see you back here in the fall. Don't make us regret it, because Raoul will cut a bitch. "You better believe it, mister!"

God, Raoul! I'm trying make credible threats, here, and you blow them all to hell every single damn time you unhinge that gaping maw of yours! What's that bag that just dropped out of your mouth? A cunning little Roberto Cavalli clutch? "Oh, don't be such a great big bitchface pissypants about it all like our darling little Sam! It's summer, for heaven's sake! Enjoy it!" You're right, my scaly friend. "I always am!" Indeed. Some of the time. "Hey!"

Happy hiatus, everyone! Now go out and get some air.