The building's interior, by the way, more closely resembles that of an abandoned asylum than an actual penitentiary, with several years' worth of leaf litter skittering around in the hallways, blown about by the breeze coming in through the broken windows. The rooms leading off on either side all feature iron bars or reinforced steel for doors, and they spot a couple of monster corpses before stumbling upon that kidnapped genie from this season's first episode. "Please!" she pleads, all battered and bruised and chained to the floor. "You gotta get me out of here!" The stumpy little bow-legged douchebag's heart melts at the piteous sight, but Awesome Sammy keeps his eye on the prize, and he drags his sappy brother into the next hallway, where Castiel suddenly tells everyone to hold up for a second.

My Sweet Baboo, like, sniffs at the air, or something, clearly sensing the presence of something unwelcome, but it's not until the others hear the first distant growls that Meg realizes what's coming for them. "Hellhounds?" Dean guesses. Actually, Dean, the Hellhounds are second in line, after the METAL TEETH CHOMP! that's just latched onto your tantalizing derriere to drag you into the next commercial break. "[A-him!] 'Dear Miss Gamble! It has recently come to my attention that you have chosen to follow my sage advice, and have retained the charming and reliable Metal Teeth Chomp's services for the remainder of this evening's presentation! While I am still deeply disappointed in your decision not to kill all the infants, it pleases me to note that you have successfully avoided the severe consequences discussed in my previous missive of ten paragraphs ago! Keep up the excellent work! Ever yours, Raoul T. DelMarvino, Esquire! P.S.! Don't worry! I'm certain some lovely young gentleman of means and maturity will soon be arriving to sweep you off your feet! Never give up hope!" You're not serious with that sh... "Stamps, you fool! Where are the stamps?!"