Anyway, and long story short, as Belthazor would be delighted to screw over Dean, he's more than happy to help Sam with the spell he wants. Of course, there's one problem: Sam must first "scar" his "Vessel" by performing an act so depraved that it renders his body "uninhabitable." That act? "Patricide." "My [worthless bastard of a so-called father's] been dead for years," Sam reminds the errant angel. "To be clear," Belthazor chuckles, "you need the blood of your father, but your father needn't be blood, comprende?" And here's where I got all needlessly excited when this episode initially aired, because I thought Darling Sammy was going to slaughter Zombie Grandpa. Turns out I was wrong, because this season sucks and wants me dead. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" And then there's that, as well.
Over in that moderately sized city whose name we have yet to learn, Tessa's busy giving Dean a few tips on how to behave. "Just so you know," she tells him, "when people die, they might have questions for you." "You mean like, 'How did Betty White outlast me?'" Dean guesses. Tessa shoots him A Look that would actually make poor Bea Arthur proud and carefully enunciates, "'What's it all mean?' is popular." "And am I just gonna magically know?" Dean wonders. Of course not, Tessa pretty much replies. "Then what the hell am I supposed to say?" Dean demands. Tessa shrugs and tells him to suck it up. Well, that was helpful.
Convenience store. Your typical wild-eyed meth-head white-boy junkie freak brandishes a revolver, threatening to shoot the store owner's son in the head if the store owner doesn't hand over the register's cash fast enough. Dean and Tessa -- invisible to those alive, of course -- arrive in the middle of all this, and there's some momentary confusion as to the identity of the person Dean's meant to take until the store owner whips out a pistol of his own to blow a couple of holes through the junkie's chest. Tessa nods in the junkie's direction, so Dean steps over to loom above the guy, and then he just stands there. "Hello?" Tessa impatiently calls out. "Tick-tock!" "He's in agonizing pain, right?" Dean asks. That would be yes. "Give me a minute," Dean sadistically smirks, and then he stands there some more while the junkie chokes on his own blood, and after an agonizingly lengthy amount of screen time has passed, Dean finally squats down to touch the junkie's hand. The junkie immediately stops struggling, and when Dean rises from the now rapidly cooling corpse, he turns to find Spectral Junkie wondering what gives. "Why?" Spectral Junkie thinks to ask. "Because you're a dick," Dean dickishly replies, adding a merry, "Enjoy the ride down!" as Tessa leads the junkie away. Dean's an asshole, y'all. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" Quit it, lizard. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" Oh, whatever.