...Tinkle, Tinkle RAAAWWWR! "I'm bored!" shrieks Raoul The Big Gay Supernatural Dragon, and if you think this is boring, my scaly friend, just wait until we... "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" Goddamn it. The dizzy lizard didn't even let me finish my sentence. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" Sigh.
In any event, once the tacky blue glitter tinkling is done, the camera fades back up on the Chinese luncheonette's interior, where Capital-D Death kicks things off by smoothly warning, "I'm busy Dean -- talk fast." "Ihavesomethingofyours," Spectral El Deano blurts, perhaps taking Capital-D Death's instructions a bit too literally. "You mean my ring?" Capital-D Death replies. "I recall loaning you that temporarily." Spectral El Deano puffs himself up with a great deal of false bravado and begins, "Well, if you want it back, then..." "I'm sorry," Death icily interrupts, never once deigning to look Dean in the eye. "You assume that I don't know where you've hidden it?" Thus so efficiently deflated, Dean flails about with a gaping mouth for a few moments until Death continues, "Now we've established you have hubris but no leverage, what is it you want?"
Meanwhile, Spectral El Deano's corpse is still rapidly cooling up in Doctor Robert's makeshift office. Was that cutaway really necessary? "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" And I have my answer.