St. Anthony's Cemetery. Despite the fact that Sioux Falls doubtless has several fully operational crematoria within the city limits, Our Intrepid Idiots have chosen to immolate the town's re-dead undead in a gigantic pyre in the middle of the graveyard. Morons. Next!
Bobby's Emporium. The gentleman of The Emporium watches as his re-dead undead wife goes up in flames upon a pyre of her very own, and I'm sure Raoul will be pleased to learn that I'm pretty sure he's burning her dress with her. "DEATH! DEATH TO THE MALICIOUS POLY DOUBLE-KNIT!" Our Intrepid Idiots arrive just in time for this evening's denouement, and I'll spare you the subsequent 132 seconds of televisual agony to get to the point, such as it is: Regardless of the actual contents of the message Death sent to Bobby (which Bobby, mind you, never passes along to Sam and Dean), Bobby's decided Death's real purpose in Sioux Falls this week was to break his will to carry on with the battle against Lucifer, and while Bobby doesn't actually come out and admit this to Our Intrepid Heroes, the episode leaves the audience with the feeling that Death succeeded. Oh, well. Yet another one down, and now there's only three to go, I suppose. Let's hope My Sweet Baboo isn't as much of a dreary pussy as the cripple in the wheelchair.
Next week, the boys supposedly get shot in the face and go to Heaven. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEK! Not the face! NEVER THE FACE!" Becalm yourself, lizard -- Zachariah's involved, so I'm betting it's just another alternate-universe mindfuck. "Hooray!" Says you. "Hee!"
Demian's back to hating what you have on. Raoul's just grateful you're not wearing that dress. "EVIL!" You may reach the former at firstname.lastname@example.org. The latter is an imaginary gay dragon still under house arrest on the Internet.