...RAAAWWWR! "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!" shrieks Raoul, as his wont, before he lapses into rather an uncharacteristic silence. Have you nothing to add at this juncture, my impressively fanged companion? "Nothing at all!" Raoul replies. "Save to note I do wish you'd get on with it immediately, for this episode's simply bursting with wanton acts of unrepentant violence and GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!, and I personally believe we should reach those positively delightful moments as quickly as possible!" As you wish, Raoul. "Thanks!" Mouthy little self-centered sissy. "I HEARD THAT!"
Station House. A post-raid Henriksen barges through the front door and gets all up in the sheriff's grille, wondering where the rest of the deputies are. The sheriff patiently reminds the snarling agent that Monument's a wee bitty scrap of a town, so the four guys he sent to arrest Our Intrepid Heroes are it. Well, the four guys he sent plus the gormless paper-pushing simp barely out of his teens who's now gawping at his boss. Henriksen, displeased, stomps back into the holding area, finds one of the cells occupied by the town bum sleeping off a bender, and orders the old sot's immediate release, because Sam and Dean are so psychotic that they'd likely off the elderly boozehound just for shits and giggles. Well, that's what I'm getting from Henriksen referring to them as "Hannibal Lecter and his halfwit little brother," at any rate. Henriksen does have the good grace to apologize for his brusque behavior, but in his view, the situation warrants a total lockdown of the station house because the Winchester boys are quite simply that dangerous, and he indicates that he'll happily relinquish control of the place after he transfers the "Satan-worshipping nutbag killers" to a federal facility. By the way, the station's secretary -- a prim and shy little dark-eyed lass in her early twenties -- inadvertently gets an earful of that Satan-worshipping crap and nervously fiddles with the silver cross she's wearing around her neck. "EVIL!" shrieks Raoul. Oh, come on, Raoul. You don't know that. She might just be, like, pious, or something. "THE PIOUS ARE ALWAYS EVIL!" Raoul roars, and dude! Volume! "My most sincere apologies, I'm sure! But don't the religious have simply a dreadful track record on this show?!" I must admit that my first impulse is to reply, "As well they should," but if you'll recall, for every demonically enhanced priest and Bible-thumping whackjob, they've featured quite reasonable people of faith, often in the exact same episode. "Oh, pooh!" Raoul pouts, for he'd momentarily forgotten about those characters. "Then who, I ask you, is the infiltrating demon in this situation!?" I suppose we shall have to wait and see, my scaly friend. "Rats! The tension is simply ruining my complexion!" Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, hon. "Thanks! I will!"