Just then, glass shatters, and everyone races to the back room Amici so stupidly left unprotected. Sure enough, there's a demon present, but fortunately for everyone involved, it's ensnared in one of those Devil's Traps Super-Smart Sammy so assiduously spray-painted onto the linoleum. Also fortunately for everyone involved, the demon is Ruby, there to bail Super-Smart Sammy's endlessly imperiled ass out of yet another goddamned jam. Dean amusingly rolls his eyes at all of this while Sam hastily outlines the unusual alliance to the others present. Sam then collapses his gargantuan fifteen-foot-frame all the way down to the ground so he might scrape away a tiny line in the Trap, thereby allowing Princess Sparkle to prance past everybody into the main office, all the while whining for a breath mint. "Some guts splattered into my mouth while I was killing my way in here," she explains. Wah-wah-waaaaaaaah!

Out in the main office, Princess Sparkle sits everyone down for a chat, informing them that the thirty or so dark demonic forces lurking outside are actually minions of Lilith, The Wicked Witch Rising In The West who "wants Sam's intestines on a stick." Well, she informs Dean, Henriksen, Amici, and Nancy, because Darling Sammy supposedly knew about this all along, but I'll be damned if I can remember Ruby ever broaching the topic a previous episode, so what the fuck ever, Princess Sparkle. Dean is shocked -- shocked! -- that Sam would keep secrets from him, and I can't even begin to deal with that bullshit, so let's get to the point, shall we? "Please do! This endless chatter is making me weary!" You and everyone else, Raoul. Trust me. So, Princess Sparkle posits that The Fucking Colt That Can Kill Anything Except When It Usually Can't is their only option in the current situation, until she learns that Posh Bela stole it, at which point she posits that this fantabulous spell she knows is their only option in the current situation. One problem: It will annihilate all demons within a one-mile radius, including Princess Sparkle herself. Which would be an issue...why, exactly? Oh, never mind, because there's another hitch: She needs the freshly beating heart of a virgin in order for the spell to work. "Ha!" Dean scoffs. "Nobody's a virgin!" Nancy squirms around uncomfortably. "You're kidding me!" Dean guhs. "What?" Nancy innocently blinks. "It's a choice!" Heh.