"You're telling me you lost your mojo just in time to get me stuck in this trap the rest of my life?" Bobby seethes. Castiel apologetically confirms this. "Shove it up your ass," Bobby growls, spinning his chair around to show Castiel his back, and I must have missed the FCC memo that cleared that phrase for use on broadcast television, but then again, I'm so old, I can remember when Alexis calling Krystle a bitch was considered a shocking breach of primetime etiquette, so I'll just carefully unclutch my pearls and follow along as Castiel gets all up in Dean's face to warn they don't have much time together right before he proceeds to crap all over Dean's asinine plan to kill Lucifer themselves. "Thanks for the support," Dean sarcastically eyebrows, but he clams up quickly enough when My Sweet Baboo announces he has a plan of his own. "There is someone besides Michael," Castiel confides, "strong enough to take on Lucifer -- strong enough to stop The Apocalypse." Here My Sweet Baboo pauses for effect, because My Sweet Baboo is a huge fucking drama queen, and I'm sure the silence would drag on and on and on and on and on were Darling Sammy and his sad hair and his unreasonably lengthy sideburns not compelled by the script to prompt, "Who?" "The one who resurrected me and put you on that airplane!" Castiel breathlessly explains, getting a little wild-eyed with the fervor and the zeal and whatnot. "The one who began everything!" he continues, now turning those wild eyes on his boyfriend to impress upon Dean the seriousness with which he's speaking. "God!" Castiel whispers, as Sam squints at him like he's sprouted another head. "I'm gonna find God!" The camera tracks in on My Sweet Baboo's passionately feverish and somewhat terrifying expression for a moment until...

...SPLAT! "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" shrieks Raoul The Big Gay Supernatural Dragon with absolutely deranged amounts of glee, so excited still is he that Kripke went with his exploding-corpse idea for this season's title card, and I was wondering how long it would take for you to make your presence known, my scaly friend. "Oh, I do apologize, I'm sure!" Raoul gasps, more than a little out of breath after his strenuous exertions atop his overstuffed armchair. "But that was boring! When are they going to kill someone?!" If I'm not mistaken, I believe that's coming up soon. "Then why are you tarrying at the title card, you beastly little man!? I need wanton acts of unrepentant violence, and I need them now!" Well, I thought you'd like to bask in the gl.... "NOW!" Okay! Okay! Yeesh.