The episode opens with two disgruntled fellow hunters named Roy and Walt sneaking into this week's motel room to ambush Our Intrepid Heroes because they have issues with Sam and Dean's role in The Apocalypse, and by the end of the pre-credits sequence, both Winchesters are lying in pools of their own blood, dead from massive shotgun blasts to the chest. From there, we jump up to actual, honest-to-God Heaven, where we find freshly dead Dean reliving a particularly enjoyable Fourth Of July until Castiel invades the little celestial fantasy sequence to charge Dean with a fairly important task. You see, there's one angel in all of creation who speaks with God on a regular basis, and as that angel never leaves The Garden one finds at the center of Paradise, and as My Sweet Baboo himself can never return to Heaven, Castiel therefore sends Dean off in search of this Joshua person so they can find out whether or not the God's even paying attention to what's been going on with Lucifer and The Horsemen and such.
Following Castiel's instructions, Dean first reteams with Sam, then sets off down Heaven's main drag towards The Garden. Along the way, they're harassed by Zachariah, who'd like nothing more than to capture Our Dear Boys and torture them for a very lengthy period of time before reuniting their souls or their essences or their life forces or their whatevers with their angelically healed bodies back on Earth. Fortunately, Ash appears to drag Sam and Dean to temporary safety in his own Heaven -- there are as many Heavens as there are residents, apparently -- and they catch up on old times for a little while before Sam and Dean continue on their way. After a bit more trouble with Zachariah, Our Intrepid Heroes finally end up face to face with the angel they'd been searching for.
Alas, Joshua has little but bad news, for while God has apparently been following recent events with a keen interest, He has absolutely no intention of intervening (well, no intention of intervening any further, for it was He who knocked the boys up into the airplane and restored My Sweet Baboo in the season premiere). Joshua then sends Sam and Dean back to Earth, and the episode ends with both Castiel and Dean in the throes of particularly acute crises of faith while Darling Sammy just flails around, useless. Depressing!
Rattle, Rattle THEN! As I'm sure you'll all recall, over the past several seasons Our Intrepid Heroes have been mauled by Hellhounds, stabbed in the back, shot in the chest, hit by cars, crushed by falling farmhouses, zapped by lightning, electrocuted by faulty wiring, and disemboweled by rogue angels, only to return, somehow, from the land of the dead each and every time. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" shrieks Raoul The Big Gay Supernatural Dragon, positively enchanted by the amount of blood this episode's managed to spill in a mere fifteen seconds -- so enchanted, in fact, that I haven't the heart to tell him he won't be seeing much more of the good stuff for the remainder of the hour. "I beg your pardon?!" Raoul shrieks again, and nothing! Nothing, my scaly friend -- just reminding everyone that Dashing El Deano's super-special magical amulet is actually a Lo-Jack Of The Lord, and that My Sweet Baboo "borrowed" it at the beginning of the season to search for God. "I remember that!" And I can assure you, dear Raoul, that the possibility of you forgetting such an important detail never entered my mind, but I'm afraid we must be very, very quiet at this terribly important juncture, for I sense the impending arrival of the...
...Rattle, Rattle NOW! Which actually spends an uncharacteristically brief amount time advancing towards the front of the screen before disappearing, replaced by a slow, sweeping pan across a carefully arranged still life of semi-crushed beer cans and empty liquor bottles until the camera lands upon Dashing El Deano's gently slumbering head. While stirring in his sleep, Dean slips a hand beneath his pillow, and immediately snaps awake when he finds his trusty pearl-handled automatic missing. DUN! "Looking for this?" a ski-masked gent teases, wiggling the trusty pearl-handled automatic in question around in the air with one hand while training a over/under on Dean's pretty, pretty face with the other. Dean, massively hungover though he might be, manages nevertheless to smartass a chipper-sounding, "Mornin'!" while rolling around upon this week's motel room's bed to shoot glum-looking Sammy A Look Fraught With Slightly Boozy Significance. The mopey and strangely puffy-eyed Ginormotron's perched atop the room's other twin with a ski-masked gent of his own pointing a pump-action at that remarkably broad chest of his, and he fidgets while Dean's Ski Mask barks, "Shut up! Hands where I can see 'em." Dean woozily complies until he recognizes his Ski Mask's voice. "Roy?" Dean guesses. Dean's Ski Mask's poker face is for complete crap, because he immediately gets this total "D'OH! Busted!" look in his eyes, so Dean smirks triumphantly and turns to Sam's Ski Mask to add, "Which makes you Walt -- hiya, Walt!" Heh. Les Frères Disney roll their eyes at each other for a moment before Walt shrugs, "Doesn't matter," and the two remove their masks. Roy looks like he's missing a couple of chromosomes, just so you know. "You think you can flick the switch on The Apocalypse and just walk away, Sam?" Walt begins, and oh, crap. Are we really doing this again? Really? "Apparently we are!" shrieks Raoul, and honey, the question was rhetorical. "Ooops! Sincere apologies, I'm sure!" Not a problem. Now, where was I?