Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Darling Sammy's still suh-huuuuuuuuucking at the hand-to-hand until Zombie Grandpa pops up from out of nowhere with this massive Bowie knife, with which he guts the remaining boy genie like a trout. Shame, really, because Remaining Boy Genie was sort of cute. "I got her," Zombie Grandpa grunts, nodding his head in Brigitta's general direction. "Go get Dean." Sam promptly obeys, and once he's zipped out of the frame, Zombie Grandpa advances upon Brigitta with the Bowie knife until...Corin Nemec pops up from out of nowhere to pull a bag down over her head! Whaaaaaaaaa? "Relax, hon," Zombie Grandpa smirks as Corin Nemec secures Brigitta's arms. "We're not gonna kill ya." He rather suspiciously orders Corin Nemec to shove the sole remaining frigging genie into the S&M Party Van "before the boys get back," then stands there, breathing heavily -- and evilly -- in the gloom until he's snatched away by this evening's final METAL TEETH CHOMP!
Bendy Estates. It's the morning after the night before and long story short, Sam invites the now thoroughly recovered Dean back on the road so they might shoot monsters in the face with rock salt as they did so happily in the past, but Dean decides to stay in Cicero with Bendy Lisa and The Brat. Yeah, we'll see how long that lasts. Dashing El Deano does, however, offer Darling Sammy use of the Impala. Aw. Darling Sammy politely declines, because he's got his black 2008 Dodge Charger set up just the way he likes it. Rude! Dean, quite naturally, seems a bit taken aback at Sam's response, but he pulls himself together to walk Sam out to the driveway, where they take their (temporary) leave of each other. "It was good seeing you," Sam rather limply offers by way of farewell, and then he's gone. Dean pulls his hand from his jacket pocket as if to wave goodbye, but then for whatever reason thinks the better of the gesture, and simply stands there alone, staring after his brother's taillights until he finally vanishes into the black.
Thank God that shit's over with -- I'd like a drink! "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" Crap.
Demian needs a cocktail. Raoul remains in a boredom-induced coma. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" You may reach the former at firstname.lastname@example.org. The latter is an imaginary gay dragon on the Internet.