And guess what? Dashing El Deano's daring gambit worked! "No!! [Slurp!]" It's true, friend of friends, for the next thing we know, Our Intrepid Hero's escorting the surviving Freezer Hors D'Oeuvres into the parking lot, where the wretched rescued scatter to their various crappy little Corollas and Accords and take off into the night, never to visit The Elysian Fields Hotel again. Once they're safely away, Dean turns to head back inside, but he jumps when someone calls out to him from the Impala's back seat. It's Gabriel, of course, who actually sent a lifelike duplicate of himself up to Kali's suite earlier in the evening on the off chance his plan would fail. Though, of course, now that I think about it, he might have been nothing more than an animated mannequin this entire time. Doesn't matter now, though, for the real Gabriel's out in the lot now, and he calls Dean over for a chat. Long, long story short, The Errant Archangel wants Dean to finagle his way into Kali's hotel room and swipe the blood vials himself, after which the boys plus the angel will flee, leaving the pagan gods to their fate. Dean, surprisingly, is outraged, and excoriates Gabriel for, um, being a cowardly wimp, or something like that, and they start blathering about their Daddy Issues, and I jam my fingers into my ears and start screaming, "LA-LA-LA-LA-LA!" over and over again until it all ends in bitter tears and angry recriminations, and then Dean goes back into the hotel.
Meanwhile, back in the ballroom, Sam explains to Kali and Hot Baldur that once they "squeegee" Castiel's Enochian carvings off his ribcage, Lucifer should flutter in without delay. Kali makes some amusing threatening noises, and Darling Sammy reacts by peeing his pants. Metaphorically speaking, of course. Hee. He's so cute when he's certain he's about to be ripped limb from limb. In any event, Dean arrives at this juncture with his depressing Gabriel-related news, and everyone pretty much agrees to call the whole thing off.
One problem: Lucifer's just now arrived at the front desk, where he greets deceitful Mercury with a seductive, conspiratorial gleam in his eye. The Prince Of Darkness taps smartly on the shiny call bell and smiles, "Checking in!" just as the next METAL TEETH CHOMP! clamps down to drag The Foul Fiend into the next commercial break.