Shack exterior, immediately afterwards. Sam rambles alone through the frosty night until he plants himself in the middle of the street to shout the following at the sky: "Castiel? We need you! It's important!" Because Sam, of course, is an abomination, he receives no reply, and so resorts to trickery. "We found something!" he claims. "It's this gold box -- apparently Nazis were after it back in the day, and someone tried to open it, and their face melted off." My Sweet Baboo materializes immediately at Darling Sammy's side. "Where is the box?" Castiel asks, all urgent and such, which makes him that much more adorable. "I can't believe you fell for that," Sam sighs. Heh. Though, you know, I can't believe Soulless Sammy didn't pick up on the implication that, because Castiel responded so quickly to his summons, Raiders Of The Lost Ark must be based on fact. Castiel angrily reminds The Soulless Ginormotron that he's really quite busy up in Heaven, what with that whole Civil War thing they've got going on upstairs, and would Darling Sammy please get to the point, already? Darling Sammy complies. "If you don't help us," he coldly states to Castiel, "I will hunt you down and kill you." "How?" My Badass Baboo challenges, getting all up in Darling Sammy's grill and such. Well, you know, getting as close to Darling Sammy's grill as possible, given the extreme height difference they've got going on in this scene. "I don't know yet," Darling Sammy calmly replies, "but I will look until I find out, and I don't sleep." Point to Darling Sammy. It's also apparently enough to convince Castiel, for the next thing we know, My Sweet Baboo's...

...entering the hovel to confer with Sam and Dean on the facts of the case. Castiel also tosses together some fast Enochian mojo to scry for Crowley's current location, but something's blocking the mojo's effectiveness, so Dean has Castiel whisk them all over to...