The tent. The Rev is at it again. With another full house. Don't these people have things to do other than attend random healing services?
In the parking lot, Dean sneaks around, but gets alarmed when the street lights (which, street lights? Since when? They are in a tent IN A FIELD) start shutting off as he passes them. In the tent, you know the deal: the hands, the plinking, the praying. Dean turns around and is not happy to see that Shar-Pei Face has decided that he wants to curl up on Dean's lap next.Commercials. Wrapping things up here. In the tent, the hands and the plinking; outside the tent, Sue Ann clasps her pendant and mumbles; in the parking lot, Dean is getting the dull eyes and loving Shar-Pei glances. Suddenly, Sam comes out of nowhere, grabs Sue Ann's cross, and breaks it on the ground, where it shatters, on the asphalt, that surrounds the tent? That previously was surrounded by mud and muck? Cut back to the reaper, who shrinks away from Dean, and then cut to Layla in the tent, who opens her eyes and says, "I don't feel different." Sue Ann drops to her knees in front of her smashed necklace and exclaims, "Oh my God!" just so that Sam can judge some more: "He's not your God." In the tent, The Rev and Layla are confused. Outside, Sue Ann sees the reaper coming for her, and he looks pretty psyched to be doing so. She falls to the ground, her eyes glaze over, and she does a few nicely graphic convulsions before dying. The Reaper is just happy that he can leave this muddy wasteland and join his pals at the annual convention in Vegas. Sam turns away from her and walks away. The boys meet back at the car and exchange laconic remarks.
In the motel, Sam packs while Dean broods. Dean isn't sure they did the right thing. A knock on the door, and Layla and her push-up bra come in. Sam called her to come say goodbye. Sam says he's going to grab a soda, which, lucky for him, is a mere eight inches away. So jealous. Layla and Dean have an incredibly implausible conversation where she sits on the bed next to him and primly talks about having faith instead of tearing his clothes off. Lady, you've got six months to live, what are you waiting for? She says goodbye, and as she leaves, Dean tells her that though he's "not much of a praying type, I'm going to pray for you." She gets cheesily verklempt and says, "Well. There's a miracle right there." No, the miracle is that I made it through this scene without puking.