Did you know that Successful Surprising Sioux City hosted an annual gathering of the world's douchebag illusionists? Yeah, neither did I, but apparently, it's a Supernatural fact, because Our Intrepid Heroes are forced to motor on over to The Gem Of The Mighty Missouri when those douchebags start dropping left and right, apparent victims of a magic most demonic. Initial suspicion falls upon The Amazing Jay (or whatever his stage name is), a broken-down, suicidal old sot who headlined at Radio City Music Hall a thousand years ago, but whose days center stage in the spotlight are now most firmly in his past. Well, until this week, that is. Jay, you see, has as of late been experiencing a remarkable turnaround in his performing abilities, packing in crowds who gasp and applaud in rabid appreciation of his death-defying stunts, but there is, of course, a catch: When he miraculously escapes with nary a scratch after a set of swords slams through his body, a douchebag on the other end of town winds up looking like a pincushion, and when he similarly manages to slip from a noose entirely unharmed, another douchebag's found dangling from his hotel room's ceiling fan, most assuredly dead.

However, in a shocking twist, it turns out it's not poor schlubby Jay who's been working all that horribly black mojo, though -- rather, it's his longtime and exceedingly long-lived friend Charlie, who acquired a grimoire from none other than P.T. Barnum himself way, way back in the day, and gradually worked his way through the wicked, evil spells he found therein until he achieved some sort of immortality. And because Charlie's never had a friend so true as Jay (and some other old guy named Vernon, who's pretty much an afterthought as far as tonight's main plot is concerned), Charlie would like Jay (and Vernon) to benefit similarly from the grimoire's actual, honest-to-Satan magic. Of course, this is impossible, because Jay comes to realize that Charlie's simply the biggest douchebag of them all, and Jay's forced to gut Charlie like a pig with some sleight-of-hand and a dagger to his own stomach. (Don't ask.) So much for that immortality dear old Charlie supposedly secured for himself a hundred and fifty years ago, right?

If you noticed a distinct lack of the show's leads in the preceding paragraphs, it's because they really have absolutely nothing to do with anything that's going on this evening. Instead, the main action between the elderly douchebag illusionists serves to reflect the trauma and tribulations of Our Intrepid Heroes' own miserable lives, but in a shocking twist that actually is, this isn't such a bad thing. And in the end, Darling Sammy decides he doesn't want to end up as the hunting world's version of washed-up old douchebag Jay, and he agrees to join Ruby on her quest to slaughter Lilith -- by any means necessary. DUN!