The conversation, such as it is, disintegrates into a shouting match between Princess Sparkle and everyone else until the brave little virginal nebbish cuts through the crap to demand, "All the people out there -- will it save them?" "Yep, pretty much," Princess Sparkle more-or-less replies. "Then I'll do it." Oh, Nancy. Oh, stupid stupid Nancy. More shouting ensues, with Henriksen joining Dean in opposition to what basically amounts to human sacrifice while Sam, oddly enough, remains mute. Well, Amici's remaining mute during all of this as well, but he's a tertiary character at best, so the hell with him. Dean, appalled, drags Sam down a corridor for a private chat, during which he tears his younger brother a new one for even considering Princess Sparkle's solution, adding, "I'm not gonna let that demon kill some nice, sweet, innocent girl who hasn't even been laid!" Heh. "Then whadda we do, Dean?" Sam seethes. "I got a plan," Dean hisses back. "I'm not saying it's a good one," he allows, "and I'm not even saying it'll work, but it sure as hell beats killing a virgin." "So, what's the plan?" sulky Sam eyerolls, defeated, and the camera pushes all the way in on Jensen Ackles's pretty, pretty face as he grits, "We open the doors, let 'em all in, and then we fight." "That's the silliest plan I've ever heard of!" Raoul shrieks into a silence that should be occupied by the METAL TEETH CHOMP! at the moment, and I'm inclined to agree with you, my scaly friend, but I watched Charmed for eight unholy years, so you know I've heard worse. "My most sincere apologies, indeed!" Raoul graciously allows. "You must be right!" Thanks for that vote of confidence, Raoul. "My pleasure!"

Main Office. Aftermath. Sam saunters in from points unknown as Dean asks, "You get the equipment to work?" Sam did, though we'll have to wait a few minutes to figure out what these two are talking about here. Sly little show. Meanwhile, Princess Sparkle -- annoyed that they've rejected her perfectly reasonable solution to this entire mess -- pretty much snots, "See ya! Wouldn't wanna be ya!" and prances on out through the front door after the boys most willingly clear her a path. Outside, the assembled demonic horde shies away from her like she's got cooties, and she flounces unmolested into the night. One of the horde -- a sharply featured woman -- watches Ruby disappear with a decidedly self-satisfied smirk on her face. DUN!?