Now where was I? Oh, yes: Dean -- get this -- despite knowing enough about The Book Of Revelation to pinpoint the exact chapter and verse for that Wormwood crap above, must ask the priest what happens next. Upon learning the omen in question heralds the arrival of The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse, Dean then wonders which one of them rides a red horse. Bad Supernatural! Bad! Do it on the paper! Of course, the red horseman is War, and there was that cherry red Mustang cooling its jets topside on River Pass's main drag, so, Dean reasons, "If War is a dude, and he's here, maybe he's messing with our heads." "Turning us on each other," Ellen nods. "They think we're demons, we think they're demons," Dean continues. "What if there are no demons at all, and we're all just killing each other?" Excellent deductive reasoning skills, honey. Have a cookie. Meanwhile, the milquetoast of a collar jockey is still tripped up on the whole Apocalypse Now thing. "Sorry," Dean shrugs. Heh.

Victorian Of The Damned. Sam's still parked in front of the fireplace, and so has little choice but to keep his yap shut and listen to what Titus Welliver has to say when the latter comes slinking into the room from the outside hall, and the upshot of the lengthy (albeit entertainingly delivered) near-monologue that follows is this: Dean is absolutely, completely, 100% totally right. War, here, was kicking back in Darfur when his beeper went off, summoning him to Colorado the evening Lucifer rose from Hell, and ever since then, he's been setting the good people of River Pass at each others' throats, waiting for his "three brothers" to hook up with him. The one line of his I find especially amusing, mainly because I agree wholeheartedly with the sentiment behind it, is when War defends himself with, "People don't need a reason to kill each other -- I mean, you seen the Irish? They're all Irish." It's funny because it's true. Hee. War goes on to tease Captive Audience Sammy about the latter's supposed lust for blood and power, but I'm still not buying that bullshit, so can I skip to the end? "You should!" Excellent. War finally rises to his feet and twists that ring of his around again, this time causing a thin rivulet of blood to trickle down his forehead from his scalp, and he boots over a chair to attract the attention of Rufus and Jo who, when they arrive, perceive a demonically enhanced Sam snarling over the prostrate form of an injured local, so Rufus backhands Our Intrepid Hero so hard...