Mere moments after Dean has sent Zombie Grandpa on his way, Crowley's henchdemons show up to drag Dean from his cell. Darling Sammy watches them go, then thinks Real Hard.
Over in yet another subplot I would rather die than deal with, Corin Nemec's strapped Naked Meg onto that bondage-porn table that went over so well the first time they used it, and as neither of these characters is important to any of this season's overarching storylines: NEXT!
Sam's cell. Darling Sammy crouches in a corner and starts gnawing on his own remarkably healthy forearm. "What on earth?!" This development displeases you, Raoul? "Well! Far be it from me to dictate the snacks that charming little giant of a man is allowed to consume on his downtime! But, really! His own arm!?" Ah. I suggest you wait to see how it plays out, my scaly friend -- you might be pleasantly surprised. "Hooray! I love surprises, don't you?!" I do indeed, but if you don't mind? "Absolutely not! Please continue!"
Asylum shower room. Crowley's henchdemons sling Dean inside, then lock the doors behind them as they leave. Thus so left alone, Our Intrepid Hero unwisely decides to investigate his surroundings, and he steps over to one of the stalls, draws back the tattered plastic sheeting that's passing for a curtain, and... "GOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" In this case, Raoul, I think that's an understatement. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Dean's stumbled upon the headless, shredded remains of one of Crowley's monsters, and to be honest with you, it looks like something's been feeding on it recently. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Though in an improbably modest touch that always amuses me when it crops up on this show, the headless, shredded remains are still properly attired so as not to offend the delicate sensibilities of the audience, who might recoil at the sight of a naked headless, shredded corpse in an abandoned asylum's shower stall. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Dean would wig out, I'm sure, but he's got bigger fish to fry, namely the two human-appearing monsters Crowley's henchdemons have just slung into the shower room. Dean cracks wise while referencing The Shawshank Redemption. For their part, the monsters simply grin at each other and announce, "Breakfast!" The camera tries to crawl up Dean's right nostril, but alas! The METAL TEETH CHOMP! beats the camera to Dean's moderately horrified face and hauls it into the next commercial break. "[A-him!] 'Dear Miss Gamble!'" I'm not listening to another one of those. Smoke break!