Five hours later. Um, yeah. That was hot. Sam's kisses turn so hard he's biting her, now. He slinks her shirt up over her head and it falls to the floor. She returns the favor. We see Cortese's bare back. The D.P. is just teasing us, now. Wait, there it is. The bare, Padalecki back. And shoulders. Aye de mi. I can't really describe what happens next because the shoulders flex and I have to go search for my vocabulary, but you get the picture, yes? The camera pans from Sam and Ruby to the fireplace, because we're all about the subtle imagery here in the Supernatural fandom. Walk through the fire and let it burn.

Cut to poor Dean, mouth agape. It's clear from his expression that Sam did not keep the details of that flashback to himself. Finally he speaks. "Sam?" Sam comes out of his reverie long enough to reply, "Yeah?" Dean says, "Too much information." Sam says he warned Dean he was going to come clean. Dean looks away. "Yeah, but now I feel dirty. Okay, well uh... brain-stabbing imagery aside, so far all you've told me about is a manipulative bitch who uh... screwed you, played mind games with you, and did everything in the book to get you to go bad." Slightly exasperated, Sam says there's more to the story. I bet there aren't any more shoulders, though. The crew just doesn't play that nice. Dean then says words that have never before parted his lips in this particular order: "Just... skip the nudity, please." Sam nods and looks down. "Pretty soon after... that, I put together some signs -- omens, that Lilith was in town, and I wanted to strike her first."

Flashback to above five months ago, at the ramshackle cabin, now of bonus ill repute! Sam takes off on a foolish kamikaze mission to kill Lilith, despite Ruby's pleas for patience. He doesn't have the Pimp Hand of Ipecac exorcism mojo down yet, so he says he'll bring the knife for back up. Ruby accuses him of wanting to die, so that he doesn't have to go on without Dean. I think she's just looking for more angry inter-species sex -- but although Sam pushes her against the wall, and brings his face right to hers, he then walks out the door. It's daytime. He arrives at a lovely house in a neighborhood full of the same. Through the window, we see a girl with long blonde hair, seated at a table. Knife at the ready, Sam slips in the back and scares the Hell out of the absolutely nothing in a closet that he mistakes for a room. He rounds the corner and we can see the girl more clearly, now. She's practically dressed like Alice in Wonderland. He's ready to stab her when she turns and cries, "Please, I want to go home."