"Lucifer's Cage," Spectral El Deano spits back down in the Chinese luncheonette. "I figure you're one of the few people who can actually jail-break it!" Capital-D Death's all, "Yes, and?" Tessa, by the way, spends her time during this entire exchange mutely cooling her heels in the far blurry background of Dean's shots, but the daggers she's drilling into Dean's dimwitted ass with her eyes should leave him looking like an exceptionally photogenic pincushion by the time it's all over. In any event, Spectral El Deano reminds Capital-D Death that Darling Sammy's entirely unnecessary soul is trapped in The Cage along with Adam, their miserable bastard of a half-brother who I never thought I'd hear about on this show ever again, and Spectral El Deano asks Capital-D Death to bring both soul and bastard back to the surface. "Pick one," Death replies.

Meanwhile, Spectral El Deano's corpse is still rapidly cooling up in Doctor Robert's makeshift office. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!"

"What?" Dean squints in response to Death's last line, so Death spells it out for him: Dean can have "Sam's soul, or Adam's," but not both. "But..." Spectral El Deano splutters, winning himself yet another icy interruption from Capital-D Death. "As a rule," Death notes, "I don't bring people back. I might make an exception once, but not twice, so pick." Of course, Dean opts for the soul over the bastard, and I'm pretty sure that now we'll never be hearing about Adam on this show ever again. And because the script says he must, Dean regurgitates the following bit of exposition for the benefit of those in the audience who missed last week's thrilling presentation: "His soul has been in there for a year, and I understand that it's damaged?" "Try flayed," Death corrects, "to the raw nerve." Dean takes a moment to process the implications of that, then wonders, "Is there any way you can, I don't know, hack the Hell part off?" Death stares at Dean like he's just realized what a massive dumbass he is and, after heaving a tremendously condescending sigh, he rises to cross to Tessa's side.

Meanwhile, Doctor Robert and Nurse Eva are zapping Spectral El Deano's rapidly cooling corpse with paddles, to no apparent effect.

"What do you think the soul is?" Capital-D Death rhetorically wonders back down in the Chinese luncheonette. "Some pie you can slice? The soul can be bludgeoned and tortured, but never broken, not even by me." "There's got to be something!" Dean protests, and wouldn't you know it? There is. What are the odds? "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" Yeah, I don't give a shit about any of this, either, so let's get this sequence over with: While Death "cannot erase Sam's Hell," he can erect a sort of a wall in Sam's being or eternal essence or whatever that will block Sam's memories of Hell from his active mind. Dean decides this wall is better than nothing, leading Tessa to caution, "It's not permanent." "She's right," Death confirms, adding, "Nothing lasts forever -- well, I do." "Okay, so that's the choice?" Dean asks. "Sam with no soul, or Sam with some drywall that, if or when it collapses, he's done?" "Yeah, pretty much," Death more or less replies, so Dean's all, "Do it!" "I never said I'd do it," Death smiles, and here comes the bit that sends Dean spinning off into his aggravatingly stupid subplot for the evening: Death instructs Dean to wear Death's ring for an entire day.