Hotel Lobby. Immediately after what came before. Yes, Deceitful Mercury called Lucifer in because he's always been the foremost proponent of negotiation with the Abrahamic entities, and yes, The Great Dissembler was more than happy to drop by Muncie, Indiana, for a chat, but if Mercury thinks he's getting anything more than multiple neck fractures out of this encounter, he's sorely mistaken. See, Lucifer's never really understood the pagans. They're such petty little things -- always fighting, and always happy to sell out their own kind -- that it's no wonder they managed to forfeit the Earth to Lucifer and his ilk. "You are worse than humans!" Lucifer exclaims as Deceitful Mercury's friendly and efficient expression falters. "You're worse than demons," Lucifer continues, ever with a smile on his face, "and yet you claim to be gods?" The smile vanishes, Lucifer flicks his wrist, and that's one more pagan deity down with eight left to go. "VIOLENCE!! [Slurp!] UNREPENTANT WANTONS OF [Hic!] UNGODLY ACTIVISTS [Slurp!] AND GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!!!!" Oh, this can't be good.

Meanwhile, over in the ballroom, every single light is now buzzing and blinking and flickering on and off thanks to the waves of hellishly angelic mojo now sweeping through the hotel, for Lucifer, as Gabriel had earlier promised, is turning the pagans into fingerpaint. "WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Oh, we're doing the Woo, now? "[Slurp!]" I think you've had enough, Raoul. "WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Jesus Christ. ANY-way, Lucifer quickly makes mincemeat of the six pagans who have the audacity to attack him out in the hall, so the only two left are the pair who remained with Our Intrepid Heroes in the ballr...ooops! In the time it took me to type that out, Lucifer rammed his entire forearm through Hot Baldur's chest. "DIRKY!!! [Hic!] WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" So, we're down to Kali. And, you know, since I already let it slip that she survives this evening's festivities, let's jump ahead to the point where Gabriel suddenly materializes at Dean's side, shall we? "RAAAAAAOOOOOOUL!!!!! DRAGONS OF LONDON!!!!" Zevon? I have got to get out of this paragraph before I throttle him.

There. That's better. So, while Kali and Lucifer duke it out, Gabriel suddenly materializes at Dean's side, presses a DVD into Dean's hands with an order for Our Intrepid Hero to guard the thing with his life, leaps to the center of the room with his angel-smiting scimitar at the ready, hurls The Prince Of Darkness into a far wall with a bit of archangelic telekinesis, and sings, "Luuu-cy! I'm home." Shut up and die already, Gabriel. Gabriel, paying me no heed, next helps the slightly battered Kali to her feet from where she'd fallen to the floor, shoves her into Our Intrepid Heroes arms and -- still warding off Lucifer simply by brandishing that sword of his -- maneuvers the boys plus the pagan towards the exit. And once Sam and Dean have dashed off into the night with their monster...wow, there's a lot of talking in this next scene. Pardon me, there's a lot of bitching in this next scene, as Lucifer and Gabriel repeat the exact same argument Sam and Dean have been having about their goddamned Daddy Issues for the last five seasons. Fast-forward, fast-forward, fast-forward, and...Lucifer just ganked Gabriel with his own sword. Pity!