That was awesome. Well, except for the fact that Raoul's up on the goddamned ceiling again. Lilith just had to be a goddamned preadolescent girl, didn't she, Kripke? Bastard.

Over in this week's motel room, Sam's chilling out on one of the beds in a form-fitting grey v-neck t-shirt that's doing wonders as far as coaxing Raoul down from the ceiling goes. "...shoulders...?!" Yes, Raoul. Those shoulders. "[Whomp!]" Feeling better? "I'm not sure! Pass me a flagon and ask me again in about thirty-two seconds!" As you wish. After I brush the chunks of plaster out of my hair. "Thanks!" In any event, a knock arrives at the door, and Dean warily tiptoes over to answer. It's Princess Sparkle, of course, there to bitch the two of them out for not letting her cut a virgin. At her rather rude request, Sam flips on the TV and lands instantly on a piece of breaking news Princess Sparkle offers as proof for her argument: authorities in Monument believe a gas leak led to the massive explosion that wiped out the town's entire sheriff's department -- as well as unknown others -- in an instant mere hours ago. Sam, Dean, and Sam's Hair are very sad, indeed, but let's get to the point, shall we? Had Sam and Dean allowed Princess Sparkle to proceed with her fantabulous spell, that luridly garroted deputy wouldn't have escaped to rat everybody out, and Lilith subsequently wouldn't have blown the station house sky-high with everyone in it just to cover her tracks. Therefore, instead of one dead virgin, they've got at least a dozen corpses on their hands and Lilith remains a threat, so Princess Sparkle has lost her patience with Our Intrepid Heroes, and if they want to win The War That Is About To Begin Any Second Now, We Promise!, they'd better start doing things her way, capisce? And with that, Princess Sparkle prances from the room, slamming the door behind her. Once they're alone, Sam and Dean meet each other's guilt-ridden eyes for a moment before the screen finally cuts to black.

And that's it until April 24th, everyone -- the show went back into production as soon as the strike ended a couple of weeks ago, but Kripke & Ko. won't have anything ready until May sweeps. See you then! "Kisses, my pretties! [Hic!] Kisses and shoulders for everyone!" All right, enough with the booze, Raoul. "Hee! [Hic!]"