So, Meg approaches Crowley with The Knife, but the sneaky little bastard sweeps his leg around to knock her off her feet, grabbing The Knife from her hand as she falls. He then hurls the blade at the ceiling with such force, the devil's trap cracks, freeing him to lash out with a little telekinetic mojo of his own. Crowley quickly incapacitates Meg before just as quickly nailing Our Intrepid Heroes to the wall, and things are looking pretty grim, indeed, for Sam and Dean at the moment, so it's really quite fortunate that My Sweet Baboo decides to flutter back in at this juncture. Castiel's toting a burlap sack, and if you didn't immediately realize the thing held Crowley's bones, well, you're a moron. "Can you restore Sam's soul or not?" Castiel demands, and after much hemming and hawing, Crowley admits he can't. Without an instant's hesitation, My Badass Baboo torches the burlap, and wave goodbye to Mark Sheppard, kids! "Oh!" Raoul pouts. "But I liked him!" Yeah, so did I. I'm thinking they might have made a mistake, here, but we'll have to see how the rest of the season plays out, I suppose. In any event, as our Intrepid Heroes gape, Crowley's flaming ashes collapse into this evening's final METAL TEETH CHOMP! "[A-him!] 'Dear Miss Gamble!'" Oh, Raoul. Really? "Hee! Just kidding this time! Though I am still deeply disappointed in her unwise decision not to kill all the infants during that otherwise delightful pre-credits sequence!" There are some disappointments in life we must simply endure, I'm afraid. "That's true!" Now, may I? "Be my guest!" Excellent.