Thus so thwarted, Dean flounces off in a snit, leaving Sam to rejoin the others for an endless round nattering that's kicked off when Bobby gets all up in Zombie Grandpa's grille to excoriate the hairless wonder for his shabby treatment of the boys, and it's all so utterly pointless -- even the bit wherein Zombie Grandpa realizes that Darling Sammy has been reensoulled -- that it's quite a relief when Rufus steps forward, flask in hand, to interrupt, "I really hate to break up this little circle of love, but why don't we talk shop, huh? How 'bout you tell us what it is you're hunting?" And after a regal pause, Zombie Grandpa does just that, perching on the edge of a table to regale the others with his tale of Eve, a creature from Purgatory who last roamed about topside "about ten thousand years ago," during which time she gave birth to "every freak that walks the face of the earth." "How the hell do you know all that?" Bobby rightfully challenges him. "You don't know half the things I do, kid," Zombie Grandpa shoots back in an answer that so totally isn't. "Hell," Zombie Grandpa dismissively continues, "until recently, you didn't even know about us." At this, he nods to one side to acknowledge Girl Campbell's continued presence in this scene. "I now know that you'd throw your own kin to hungry ghouls," Bobby retorts, "so I think I know enough." Gormless Girl Campbell's all, "Whaaaaaaaaaaa?" but Zombie Grandpa shuts down her articulate line of inquiry with a quickness by snarling, "Dean lied to the man!" "How 'bout you ask Dean?" Bobby slyly suggests, so Girl Campbell tromps off to do just that, leaving Sam, Bobby, Rufus, and Zombie Grandpa to glower at each other in silence.
Out in the corridor, Girl Campbell approaches Our Intrepid Hero and immediately asks, "Is it true?" "Did [Zombie Grandpa]," she continues, "really try to...?" "Kill me?" Dean angrily finishes for her. "Yes," he seethes, adding, "He didn't even blink!" "He didn't tell me anything!" Girl Campbell claims, all wide-eyed with professed innocence and such. "I didn't know!" she insists. "I know," Dean concedes, looking a little sheepish for a moment for having taken his anger out on her. He lets that sink in for a bit, then confesses, "Honestly? There's something I need to tell you." "What?" Girl Campbell prompts. BAM! Dean whips out his trusty pearl-handled automatic and blows a great, gaping hole clean through the middle of Girl Campbell's chest. I'd attempt to rouse Raoul so he might revel in this act of truly wanton and unrepentant violence, but as both of us stopped caring about Girl Campbell approximately three seconds after we met her last September, it's probably best if I just let the dear dizzy thing snooze for a little bit more. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!"