"Went down to radiology and got some glamour shots," Dean confides, sliding the film out of the envelope and submitting it for Sammy's inspection. "Let's just say the doctors are baffled," Dean adds, and it's no wonder they are, given what we can see on the X-ray once Sam's held it up to the light: Castiel's Enochian sigil, neatly etched into every last one of Dean's ribs, with some additional symbols trailing down his sternum. Kick ass. Incidentally, the lovely and talented PodPerson pointed out on the forum boards that the symbols carved into Dean's bones actually correspond to John Dee's honest-to-God Enochian alphabet, so feel free to knock yourself out trying to translate it. "Holy crap!" Sam blurts once he's gotten a good look at the cryptic scribbling his brother's now lugging around inside his chest, leading Dean to point out that Sam's lugging the same thing around himself (albeit in a significantly larger font size, no doubt). Before they can begin puzzling their way through it, though, Sam's cell chirps, and he's quite surprised to find My Sweet Baboo on the other end of the line. An obviously befuddled Sam provides Castiel with their current location -- "St. Martin's Hospital" -- and is confused even further when Castiel immediately hangs up on him. Barely have Our Intrepid Heroes had the time to shoot mildly irritated side-eyes at each other, though, when My Sweet Baboo strides up to greet them. "Cell phone?" Dean teases. "Really? Since when do angels need to reach out and touch someone?" Um. Not going anywhere near that one, Dean. Nope. "You're hidden from angels now," Castiel exasperatedly reminds his dimwit of a boyfriend, and he's about to launch himself into yet another explanation of how Enochian sigils work when Bobby quite unexpectedly bellows, "Enough foreplay!" Hee. "Get over here and lay your damn hands on," Bobby orders, and I'll be ignoring how absolutely filthy that sounds as well because alas, Castiel can't comply with Bobby's wishes -- he's "cut off from Heaven," you see, and therefore also cut off from "much of Heaven's power." So, while he can still flit from place to place in the bat of an eye, apparently, and while he can also reach into his boyfriend's chest to carve indecipherable messages onto his bones in various made-up languages, Castiel cannot, unfortunately, mend Bobby's squashy legs. Well, it's unfortunate for Bobby. As far as the plot's concerned, Castiel's sudden inability to heal is quite fortunate indeed, don't you think?