...the fact that they left their insensate bodies guarded by a blind woman. D'OH! Yep, back in the motel room, Show Barnes stops doing rude things to Sam and Dean's mostly dead forms long enough to hear a floorboard creak. DUN!
Back at The Only Funeral Home In Town, Alastair fondles a scythe he received from one of The Four Horsemen before kneeling at the old-guy Reaper's side, sneering for a very lengthy few minutes, and Latinating until the time at last arrive to hack off the old guy's head. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!?" Raoul shrieks, hopeful, and I'm afraid not, my scaly friend, as it all happens off-screen. "RATS!" Have another flagon, honey. It'll soothe your nerves. "Thanks! I will!" So, anywho, just as Alastair's about to do the same to Tessa, Astral Sam 'N' Dean notice a heavy chandelier hanging quite fortuitously above one of the sides of the Reaper's trap painted onto the floor and, through their combined powers of massive constipation, project all of their remaining ghostly mojo at the thing.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, one of Alastair's minions stalks Show Barnes through the darkened room until she finally gets tired of the whole cat-and-mouse thing and lunges for Mostly Dead Sammy's head to hiss the astral reversal into his ear. The minion tries to drag her off, but Show Barnes manages a swift boot to the guy's ample stomach that sends him stuttering backwards long enough for her to hurl out an angry, "Son of a bitch!"
The Only Funeral Home In Town. Alastair takes forever to finish his Latination, and that's very unfortunate for him, indeed, for as he lingers lovingly over each goddamned word, that heavy chandelier's looking ricketier by the moment, shuddering and shaking from its moorings under the full blast of Our Intrepid Astral Projections' combined constipated mojo. And just when Alastair's finally ready to whack Tessa's head from her neck, the chandelier crashes to the floor, gouging out the smallest bit of paint from a corner of the Reaper's trap. That's more than enough for Tessa to buzz her way the hell out of Alastair's grasp, though, and she immediately blinks back in over near the astral boys to free them from the iron chain. "Buh-bye!" Dean grins the instant before all three of them disappear, and Alastair's left to Brando to his scythe, alone. Thank fucking Christ.