Unfortunately, no sooner has the lollipop-sucking lab tech expired than one of the other cops on the scene dissolves into giggles before morphing into The Trickster. "You got the wrong guy!" I'm sure he cackles. "Did we?" Dean asks rhetorically, still laying it on thick with the Caruso impersonation as Sam...jams another jagged stick through The Trickster's back! "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Oh, Raoul. I'm so glad you're enjoying these developments. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The Trickster drops to the ground, apparently dead, and within moments of his passing, the grass around his apparent corpse vanishes in a zap of televisual fuzz, and the camera pans up from his body to show Sam and Dean, once more in their regular clothes, standing in the middle of that abandoned paper mill. The camera passes from one panting Intrepid Hero to the next until the METAL TEETH CHOMP! gets sick of the merciless tease and finally races in to nibble on Darling Sammy's lips.