Uriel makes a grab for Dean, but Castiel holds him back, so he merely blusters, "This isn't over."
Dean's in rare form. "Oh, it looks over to me, junkless." Uriel glares at him (there's a lot of glaring in this episode). Castiel's look is inscrutable at first, but then it almost seems like a smile might be teasing at the corners of his eyes and mouth. And something -- gratitude -- admiration, perhaps -- crosses his face, then they are gone.
Dean and Sam catch their breath. Ruby rises to her feet and limps over to the boys. Sam asks if she's okay. She says, "Not so much." Dean asks what took her so long to get there. Ruby says, "Sorry I'm late with the demon delivery. I was only being tortured.
Dean nods, then turns to his brother. "I've got to hand it to you, Sammy. Bringing them all together all at once -- angels and demons -- it was a damned good plan.
Sam nods and looks at Ruby. "Yeah, well, when you've got Godzilla and Mothra on your ass, it's best to get out of their way and let them fight." While Dean says that now Sam's just bragging, Ruby looks at him like, Oh, why didn't I think of that, but she doesn't say it, because I think she's in lurve. Understandably, Sam changes the subject, both spoken and not. "So, I guess she's some big-time angel now, huh? She must be happy -- wherever she is."
Dean can't smile at that sentiment. He looks at Ruby and says, "I doubt it."
Daytime, on the side of the road -- Sam sits on Metallicar's hood, facing forward, while Dean leans against her right front fender -- his back to Sam. He says, "I can't believe we made it out of there." Sam adds the requisite again. They clink their beer bottles and drink deep. Without facing Sam, Dean says, "I know you heard him." Sam looks at the back of his brother's troubled head as he asks who he means. Dean looks out the corner of his eyes, but never turns. "Alastair -- what he said -- how I had...promise." Sammy heard him and he's damn curious, but he's not going to push Dean. Dean takes another swig of his beer. Sam follows suit. Finally, Dean speaks. "It wasn't four months, you know. It was four months up here, but down there -- I don't know -- time's different. It was more like 40 years." Sam tries to take that in. "They sliced and carved and tore at me in ways that you..." He shakes his head, and wets his lips. "Until there was nothing left." And that kids, is how Dean lost his hymen the first time. "And then suddenly, I would be whole again, like magic, just so they could start in all over. And Alastair, at the end of every day, every one, he would come over and he would make me an offer..." (that you couldn't refuse?) "To take me off the rack, if I put souls on...if I started the torturing. And every day I told him to stick it where the sun shines." Looks like Show Barnes is going to have to come back to teach Dean the proper iteration of that expression, too. "For 30 years I told him, but then I couldn't do it anymore, Sam. I couldn't. And I got off that rack. God help me, I got right off, and I started ripping them apart." A perfect tear falls from his right eye. Sam's eyes are red rimmed, but he remains in the background. Dean's saying this for himself, as much as for Sam. "I lost count of how many souls. The -- the things that I did to them..." His voice trails off as the tears flow freely.