"Eeeep!" indeed, for the hand that holds the revolver has just cocked back its hammer, and Dean immediately spins around with his sawed-off shotgun at the ready to find...the fabulous Ellen Harvelle! "Hi, Ellen!" shrieks Raoul, waving madly and foolishly at the television screen, so much has Ellen's depressing absence from this show over the last two seasons affected his ability to differentiate between reality and the tiny little non-existent people in the TV set. "Hello, boys," Ellen opens, quite rightly ignoring the imaginary gay dragon shrieking at her from the Internet. She lowers her revolver as she approaches them, the better to...hurl a flask full of holy water into Dean's face! Hee! Dean somehow manages to refrain from indulging in the perfectly executed spit-take we've come to expect from him in situations such as this in favor of simply -- and quite amusingly, what with the exasperation dripping from his tone -- stating, "We're us." Ellen magnificently sweeps past them to...

...enter the church across the street, stepping across a devil's trap spray-painted on the floor as she does so. Sam and Dean follow, and it's only after Sam's shut the door behind them that Ellen allows her brusque façade to drop, her voice breaking as she pulls Dean up in a tight embrace while admitting, "Real glad to see you boys!" She draws away first, taking a moment to give Dean a fond once over, and then smacks him clear across his face! "VIOLENCE!" shrieks Raoul, practically cackling with glee while clapping his perfectly manicured paws together, and you'll forgive me for asking you this, but I thought you had rules forbidding such reckless disregard of Our Dear Boys' primary assets. "I do!" Raoul nods. Then what gives? "Ellen can do whatever she wants! WE LOVE YOU, ELLEN!" I give up. "Hee!" In any event, Ellen immediately follows that spectacular slap up with, "You can't pick up a phone? What are you, allergic to giving me peace of mind? I gotta find out you're alive from Rufus?" Heh. Dean, chastened, mumbles an apology, and after Ellen orders him in tones that will brook no dissent to put her on his speed dial, pronto, her expression softens, and she turns to lead them down the stairs. Before they follow, Dean shoots Sam a hilarious "The hell?" face that Sam just as hilariously returns in kind, and they proceed to plunge themselves into this week's exposition. Long story short, the entire town's possessed, save for those unfortunates already dead and the few who have managed to find sanctuary in the church basement. Having reached the barricaded doors below, Ellen raps on the wood while identifying herself, and when her apparent lieutenant down there in the church basement opens the door to grant her entry, I find myself momentarily rendered preverbal by all of the hotness suddenly blazing forth from my television set. Arnaghanaghanaghanagh. "I must admit, that elaborately scruffy young gentleman does appear to be quite the scrumptious little treat!" Back off, lizard man, he's mine. "Well! I never! There's no call to get snippy, I'm sure!" There'd be no call to get snippy if you would BACK THE HELL OFF. "Hmph!"