So. Yeah. Aftermath, and we're meant to believe for whatever hideously stupid reason that Darling Sammy's tempted to lick The Knife That Can Kill Anything Except When It Usually Can't clean -- hell, we're meant to believe he's sorely tempted to get down on all fours and lick the linoleum clean -- because of that asinine addiction storyline from last season. "Well!" Raoul opines. "It would be a terrible waste just to let all of that delicious-looking gore rot!" I suppose you have a point, friend of friends. "Thanks!" No matter how disgusting that point might be. "Hey!" In any event, long before Sam caves and deep-throats The Knife, or something, Dean arrives from his little jaunt over at the sporting-goods store, finds a panting and crazy-eyed Sam hovering over two enormous pools of demonically enhanced blood, and immediately gets all silently superior and uptight and judgy, so it's truly a blessing that the METAL TEETH CHOMP! chooses this moment to arrive on the scene and drag these idiot goons into the first commercial break, because I'm about to put my fist through the television, and my new roommate would plotz if anything happened to his high-definition plasma screen baby. Ugh.