Whatever. Long story short, it was fantastic the first time it happened, but in retrospect, the reveal just blows the entire plot that came before it to bits. Oh, well. Better luck next week!

Now, where were we? Oh, yes: Back in The Underground Chamber Of Super-Smart Morons, Dean freaks the fuck out over his latest gruesome discovery until he inadvertently shines his flashlight up at the ceiling, where he spots a stained-glass angel window that clearly leads topside, and do you get it? With the angel and the Dean and the being buried and the fighting your own way out and all? Because we can stop this recap right here and wait until you do. Oh, you do get it? So, we can continue? Good.

La Casa De Crap. Crazy Sammy awakens to find his remarkably broad and healthy form firmly strapped down to the dining room table thanks to several lengths of rope, and as we've now entered tonight's The Hell-Sent Beasties Explain It All To You segment, I'll be skipping through this scene to get to the violence and the gore and such. "VIOLENCE?!" Raoul shrieks, perking up considerably from his earlier swoon. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!? Where?!" Soon, friend of friends. Soon. "Hooray!" So, long story short, "Adam" and "Mother Milligan" are actually a brother-and-sister pair of Minnesota ghouls who've been plotting their sweet, sweet revenge ever since Sucky John and that bartender whose name I can't remember slaughtered their father back in January of 1990. To that end, they remained below, feeding on the corpses of the freshly dead until they gained enough strength to emerge from the cemetery, at which point they kidnapped and ate first the bartender, then the nurse, and finally the littlest Winchester. For yes, gentle reader, Real Dead Adam actually was Sucky John's illegitimate son -- after all, how else would Ghoul Adam have been able to access all those fond and entirely accurate memories of baseball games and Metallicar rides and underage drinking if he hadn't absorbed the kid's brain by, like, literally eating it, or whatever? "This is boring!" I know, you shriekily petulant lizard, so I'm going to fast-forward to the point where Michelle Pfeiffer's less-talented younger sister...slices open Crazy Sammy's heretofore remarkably healthy forearm! "DEATH!" roars Raoul, having once again regained his proper senses. "DEATH TO THE TALENT-FREE BLONDE WHO WOULD HARM THE FOREARM! Hee! I do so enjoy doing that!" I'm glad, my scaly friend, and with a little luck, you'll get to do it again, but I'm afraid we must first return to...