The Lair Of The Antichrist. Aftermath. Again. Some more. Crazy Julia's alive and unconscious, but nobody gives a rat's ass about her, so let's talk about the enviable Castiel® Brand Celestial Sweetheart Action Figure With Super-Special Glow-In-The-Dark Knife That Can Kill Anything Except When It Usually Can't Stabby Hands which, although it dropped to the floor during the late telekinetic scuffle, is entirely intact. Thank God. Dean tries to convince The Antichrist to restore his angelic boyfriend to Castiel's regular size and flexibility, but The Buzzkill Antichrist nixes that idea in favor of some more speechifying, or something like that. WHY ISN'T IT DEAD YET? WHYYYYYYYYYYY? Long story short, Our Intrepid Pinheads DO NOT KILL THE ANTICHRIST ALREADY and instead warn that should The Buzzkill Antichrist choose fight on their side, Its life will suck and Its parents will die. The Antichrist considers this for a moment, then asks if It can go say goodbye to Its adoptive mother and father. Our Intrepid Shitheads DO NOT KILL THE ANTICHRIST ALREADY and instead send It upstairs where...

...The Antichrist stares at Its sleeping adoptive parents for a very long period of time before turning to scamper into Its room, where It crawls upon Its bed to stare at a poster of some surfer dude in Australia for another very long period of time. "I'm [Hic!] booooooooooooored! [Skritchy-Skritchy!] [ Slurp!]" You and me both, Raoul. You and me both.