Turns out Sam and Ash had actually been working out a shortcut to The Garden so, after Ash scribbles The Shortcut Sigil onto front door, and after Show Barnes plants a long, lingering wet one on The Ducky Lips -- atta girl -- Our Dead Heroes exit Harvelle's Heavenly Hash Palace for good and wander on over to...
...The Winchester Bar And Grill. Again. DUN! "This isn't the road!" I'm sure one of them whines as Unburnt Mary -- or yet another reasonable facsimile thereof, hint-hint -- emerges from the kitchen shadows to wonder if Would-Be Wee Dean has had another nightmare. Dean's all, "Love your hair, hope you win, BYE!" so Unburnt Mary decides to share with him her nightmare. Her nightmare of being nailed to the ceiling with a foot-wide gash through her torso right before blowing up! Dun-dun-DUN! Dean attempts to flee, but Unburnt Mary seethes, "Don't you run away from me!" and even though she's nothing more than an apparition conjured by Zachariah to fuck with Dean's head, and even though that means every word from her mouth during this sequence is full of lies and deceits, I'm going to transcribe it anyway, because I've been hating Dean ever since that stupid, pointless bitchfight out on The Yellow Brick Road, and I want him to suffer. "He's not reading this, you know!" Shut UP, Raoul! "Well!"
Ahem. So, as blood seeps from the reopened foot-wide gash in her torso to stain her white nightgown, Unburnt Mary brilliantly lops the already stumpy Pissy-Pantsed Bitch off at the knees like so: "I never loved you, you know. You were my burden -- I was shackled to you!" Here her eyes flip that sickly marbled yellow we haven't seen since they offed The Ceiling Demon God knows how many years ago, and she continues, "Look what it got me!" It got you a CHOMP!-less commercial break? Guess so.
The Winchester Bar And Grill. Aftermath. The Stumpy Little Pissy-Pantsed Bitch, now in a wild panic, lunges for the exit but finds every single window and door bricked over. Left with no other option, he and Sam stand there in the suddenly sickly green light, listening as witchy-faced Unburnt Mary describes the exact physical sensations she experienced during her spectacular series-opening demise, and since this bit isn't nearly as choice as her calling The Stumpy Little Pissy-Pantsed Bitch an unwanted burden, let's skip ahead to the part where she tells The Stumpy Little Pissy-Pantsed Bitch this: "Finally, I was dead, but the one silver lining is that at least I was finally away from you!" Hooray! "Everybody leaves you, [you worthless little midget whiner]," she continues with a nasty smile on her face. "You noticed? Mommy? [The other bag of crap I shackled myself to for the majority of my adult life]? Even Sam? Ever ask yourself why? Maybe it's not them -- maybe it's you." I think I want to make out with Unburnt Mary right now. "Lesbian!" Less talking and more mixing, houseguest! "Well!"