...Waterville's thriving red-light district, where Dashing El Deano and an absolutely terrified Castiel occupy a booth in a garishly decorated brothel bar. "This is a den of iniquity!" Castiel shudders. Dean, of course, is all, "And your point is... what, exactly?" Alas, My Sweet Baboo does not cry, "I'm in love with you, you fool!" and flee his sordid surroundings immediately, so we're forced to watch as Dean pushes My Sweet Baboo into some harlot's arms and, naturally, mere seconds pass before the harlot's horrified screams erupt from the closet into which she'd dragged him to complete their transaction. "Screw you!" she shrills, hurling a shoe or something at Castiel's chest as Dean and the other whores come running. "And screw you, too!" she howls into Dean's face before tottering on out of there atop her luxurious Lucite heels. "What the hell did you do to her?" Dean more-or-less hisses. "I don't know," Castiel shrugs, genuinely puzzled. "I just looked her in the eyes and told her it wasn't her fault her father Gene ran off -- it was because he hated his job at the post office." Dean rolls his eyes. "This whole industry runs on absent fathers! It's the natural order!" And, Dean? Honeybunch? Sugar britches? Asshole? If that's true, then why aren't you whoring your tantalizing derriere, too? Arrrlalaahhahalgah. ANY-way, security arrives, and this asinine scene finally comes to an end when Dean hustles Castiel out the fire exit and down to the Impala, where he doubles over with a fit of the giggles. And after he's recovered, he assures Castiel he hasn't laughed like that in years. Glad one of us found it amusing, douchebag.