So, I hate her, and she refuses to die, and although Jared Padalecki is his usual adorable self with the uncomfortable squirming and blushing that ensues on Sam's part, I HATE HER, so let's get through this quickly, shall we? "We must! I fear your head will explode otherwise!" Yeah, it'd be the first amount of gore you've seen all goddamned evening, my scaly friend, so I don't know why you're complaining. "Oh, that would be far too messy here in real life! And me with a fresh manicure?! I think not!" Fresh manicure, huh? It's not of the French variety, now is it? "Bite your tongue! Those ghastly shades of pink clash with my scales! Now, do be a dear and get on with it already!" Christ. Okay, okay. If I must. "You must!"
So, despite having told Dean earlier that she'd no interest in assisting them, Posh Bela's turned up on their doorstep with the magical herb they'd been longing for, and when quizzed by El Deano regarding her change of heart, Posh Bela LIES that Bobby once saved her life in Flagstaff -- and do you get it? With THE BONER IN SAM'S PANTS, DO YOU GET IT? -- so she's returning the favor to Bobby, and if they don't believe her, Our Intrepid Heroes can rot in Hell for all she cares. Or something like that. Dim Dean totes the jar of Dream Root over to the motel room's safe -- thereby revealing to Posh Bela both the fact of the safe's very existence AND the fact that they've jammed The Fucking Colt in there as well -- and I...I...RAGE and HATE and where the hell was I? "Posh Bela's exit?!" Thanks, Raoul. So, is this scene over with? "It is!" Excellent.