Rattle, Rattle WE DON'T GIVE A SHIT ANYMORE THEN! Once upon a time, Sheriff Jody Mills helped Bobby and the boys shoot a bunch of zombies in the head. Some time later, Sheriff Jody Mills reappeared to offer Bobby a bit of assistance after he most awesomely ran a monster through a woodchipper. Then, Sheriff Jody Mills vanished from the face of the earth, though something tells me we'll probably be seeing her again tonight. Call it a hunch. In other news, Darling Sammy went to Hell, and all he got was a lousy wall in his head; Lucifer returned to fuck with Darling Sammy's mind; Darling Sammy cut his heretofore remarkably healthy hand open on a piece of glass; and My Sweet Baboo sucked down a bunch of Leviathans, who amused themselves with his abs for a bit before deciding to take over his brain.
Rattle, Rattle WE'RE STILL NOT GIVING A SHIT NOW! The episode picks up immediately where the last one left off, with Dean and Bobby sprawled out on the floor of Crowley's laboratory while Whatever The Hell Castiel Is Now paces back and forth above them, chuckling to Itself as It revels in Its splendid newfound wickedness. Dark lines of bitterly black demonic foulness branch up out of Its neck to race across Its face as It menacingly approaches the just-awakening Bobby, but barely has It made it halfway across the floor when It hesitates and sways, looking more than a little bit woozy. Dean notices Its sudden fit of unsteadiness and defiantly snarks, "How many of you assclowns are in there? A hundred? More?" The Thing That Used To Be My Sweet Baboo does not reply, because It's far too busy leaking motor oil from Its fingertips at the moment to care much one way or the other about Dean's negative attitude. "Your Vessel's gonna explode, ain't it?" Dean guesses, allowing himself a smile, though why he's smiling at the possibility of thousands of Leviathans spilling out across the laboratory floor, I'll never know. Meanwhile, The Monster Castiel's Become begins leaking motor oil from Its eyes, mouth, nostrils, and sideburns. Realizing It's in no condition to fight, My Former Baboo growls, "We'll be back for you!" and beats a strategic and exceptionally leaky retreat. "This is a new one!" Bobby hoots the instant My Former Baboo has shuffled out of the laboratory proper, and methinks we'll be the judge of that, hairball.