Our Lady Of The Demographically Diverse. The priest reads aloud from the twenty-third psalm while Dean bow-leggedly wears a groove into the floor, pacing back and forth until Ellen raps "SOS" in Morse code on the barricaded doors. "Where's Sam?" Dean demands the instant she enters. Ellen, wrecked, simply shakes her head before collapsing into one of the folding chairs surrounding the table. The pregnant newlywed starts babbling something terribly important, I'm sure, but just as she starts yammering, the camera cuts over to Lieutenant Hottie, and arnaghanaghanaghanagh. When I've regained consciousness, Dean's about to storm off in search of his brother, but at the last instant he considers the needs of the many over the needs of The Ginormomope, and strides back to the table to strategize again, some more.

Victorian Of The Damned. Demonically Enhanced Rufus finishes with his Latination, and seems most perplexed when the exorcism's end is not met with a bilious gout of bitterly black demonic goo expelling itself through Sam's mouth and nostrils. As he and Demonically Enhanced Jo retreat for a processing summit, Titus Welliver pokes his head around the doorframe from the hallway outside and twists that wedding ring he's wearing on the wrong hand. Instantly, we switch to Rufus and Jo's point of view, and of course to them, Sam's the one who's demonically enhanced, while they're just two hunters trying to do save their friend. D'OH!

Our Lady Of The Demographically Diverse. Dean and Ellen bang their heads together and eventually reach the conclusion that something's not right about the entire situation. Dean pulls it all back to the beginning, and asks Ellen if there was a specific omen that drew Rufus's attention to the town, rather than the sort of generalized atmospheric malaise that normally attracts hunters' attention. "He said something about water," Ellen replies. "That's all I know." "Padre!" Dean barks in the priest's general direction. "Do you know what she's talking about?" "The river ran polluted all of a sudden," the priest offers. "Last Wednesday," Lieutenant Hottie arnaghanaghanaghanagh. I think he also mentioned something about the demon thing starting up the day after that, but I can't be sure, because arnaghanaghanaghanagh. "Anything else?" Dean wonders. "A shooting star." Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding! Dean snatches a bible from the bookshelf, flips to the back, and reads aloud, "And there fell a great star from Heaven, burning like a torch, and it fell upon the river, and the name of the star was Wormwood, and many men died." Ellen's obviously horrified by the implication, even before the priest identifies the passage as Revelation 8:10. "I'm bored!" Raoul brazenly interrupts, pouting and sighing simultaneously whilst draping himself across the length of his overstuffed armchair in an attitude of studied despair and ennui, and listen, you dizzy lizard: I'm going as fast as I can. Do you want to see this milquetoast of a collar jockey eat lead or not? "Oh, I do! I do I do I do I do I do!" Then zip it, for Christ's sake, and let me get through the next couple of scenes. "Okay!" And that...was surprisingly easy. Again.