Seconds later, Our Intrepid Heroes have been loaded into the back of an ambulance, each strapped to his own stretcher, and as Dean urges a barely conscious Sam to keep it together, woozy Sammy flops his head around until a merrily grinning Lucifer comes into focus back by the doors. "Hooray!" I told you he'd be back. Sam's not nearly as happy to see Satan as Raoul and I are, however, and the enormous oaf chooses to express his displeasure by petulantly hurling himself into a grand-mal seizure. The EMT tasked with their care radios this snippety change in Sam's condition over to the ER, and confirms they'll be arriving at Sioux Falls shortly. DUN! "Sioux Falls?" Dean repeats, frantic. "No, no, no!" he babbles, eliciting a really funny side-eye from the EMT. "You gotta take us somewhere else!" Dean desperately pleads. "Anywhere! Please!" The EMT's all, "Whatever, dicksmack," and Dean flops back against his stretcher, spent.
Meanwhile, back at The Emporium, that puddle of bitterly black demonic foulness reverses direction and seeps back beneath the car as the fingers on Edgar's visible hand twitch. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
That ended up being pretty exciting, didn't it? "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Aw. It does my heart good to see you so pleased for a change. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Would you care to handle next week's promo, or should I? "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" No problem.
Next week, Our Intrepid Heroes check into Sioux Falls General. Beyond that, I know nothing, because that promo was utterly worthless. See you then!
Demian sort of can't wait to see how they get themselves out of this mess, and that terrifies him. Raoul is still shrieking from all of the awesome. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" You may reach the former at firstname.lastname@example.org. The latter is an imaginary gay dragon on the Internet.