Of course, the instant she's gone, Dean frantically drags out a trunk and rifles through its contents before finding Sucky John's demonic day planner buried beneath his signature leather jacket. Unfortunately for Our Intrepid Hero, just as he flips the demonic day planner open to an appropriate passage, the garage light above his head begins to buzz and blink and flicker on and off, and I'd toss this disturbing development a meaty "Dun-dun-DUN!" I'm sure, were this episode not so tedious and ponderous and mind-numbing and dull. As it is, I'll simply note that Dean quickly rips that sawed-off shotgun from his duffel bag to scan the apparently empty garage for any Hell-sent interlopers while he grows increasingly agitated at every little thump and mysteriously bouncing soccer ball until...Azazel pops up from out of nowhere to snarl and sneer at him! Dun-dun- "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" Raoul! Would you please shut up? "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" Crap.
Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah: Azazel pops up from out of nowhere to snarl and sneer and such, and while I have to admit it's very nice to see Frederic Lehne on the show again, Dean killed this motherfucker dead way back at the end of Season Two, and The Ceiling Demon never bothered to reappear during last season's thrilling Apocalypse storyline, so his presence in this scene likely means this entire sequence is some sort of hysterical bad acid flashback the likes of which even noted Hollywood hophead Tommy Chong has never seen. Which means that I don't give a crap, because it's not real, and the entire thing will likely be forgotten by the time next week's thrilling installment rolls around, so long story short: Bad Acid Flashback Azazel snatches Dean up into a chokehold to speechify at length regarding the futility of running from one's past, or something, until he finally hurls Dean against the dropcloth-swathed Impala to fake choke the imaginary life from real Our Intrepid Hero.
Just then, Darling Sammy pops up from out of nowhere with an ugly-looking hypodermic filled with milky-white liquid in his hand, which he proceeds to drive through Bad Acid Flashback Azazel's pretend body and directly into Dean's chest, like, God, Sam! You haven't seen your brother in over a year, and this is how you greet him? Paying me absolutely no mind, Darling Sammy jams down the hypodermic's plunger with one of his remarkably healthy thumbs, propelling his milky-white liquid into Dean's chest, and as this has started to sound an awful lot like the disgusting fan fiction I avoid like the plague, I'll be skipping ahead to the point where Dean gasps his startled way directly into this season's very first METAL TEETH CHOMP! "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" I'm starting to think he's doing that on purpose.