For some reason, Raoul's unexpected presence in this episode freaks pretty Penny right the fuck out, and she starts in with the screeching and the screaming at Paramour "Stan" until the poor guy completely loses control of his bitty little plane, and the thing flips into a death spiral straight down through those crappily CGI'd clouds. And we all know what that means: "Chaaaaaaaaaaaaarge!" Raoul to the rescue! Your faithful recapper's normally faithful recapping companion first artfully extracts Paramour Stan through the crippled airplane's windshield, but unfortunately for everyone involved, petty Penny misinterprets this as an act of aggression, and she begins to howl and wail and bat away Raoul's immaculately manicured helping hands until we all plow right through the...
...Tinkle, Tinkle RAAAWWWR! This is either going to be the best episode of televised entertainment ever, or it's going to make us all wish we'd never been born. "Chaaaaaaaaaaaaarge!"
Meanwhile, back at Bobby's Emporium deep within the lush coastal rainforests of southeastern South Dakota, Dreary El Deano impatiently taps his fingers against his shirt-swathed triceps until My Sweet Baboo emerges from the panic room, where Reensouled Sammy's still slumbering on the cot. Or maybe he's in a coma. I don't know, I don't particularly care, and it doesn't really matter, because the point of the scene is this: In the wake of Sam's rather agonized reensouling, Dean's summoned Castiel down to South Dakota for a heavenly consult regarding his brother's current physical condition. Unfortunately, as My Sweet Baboo is "not a human doctor," he can do little more than confirm that Sam's soul is, indeed, back in its proper place. "Is he ever gonna wake up?" Dean wonders. "Probably not," Castiel testily replies, for as you'll recall, My Sweet Baboo objected rather strenuously to the very idea of Sam's reensoulment because of the trauma and the flaying and the blah, and he does so again now. "What was I supposed to do?" Dean spits back, getting his man-panties all bunched up into one great, big, growly knot. "Let T-1000 walk around, hope he doesn't open fire?" Yes. Yes, Dean, that's exactly what you were supposed to do, because Soulless Sammy was the most interesting Sammy we've seen on this show in, like, forever, but you had to go and ruin all of that for us, didn't you? Didn't you?
Dean doesn't answer me, because Dean never answers me, so let's instead listen in as My Sweet Baboo reads his erstwhile earthbound snuggle bunny the riot act like so: "Let me tell you what his soul felt like when I touched it! Like it had been skinned alive, Dean!" By now, Castiel is quite literally all up in Dean's grille, and as Dean rather amusingly tries to angle his head away from Castiel's, My Badass Baboo growls, "If you wanted to kill your brother, you should have done it outright!" With that, Castiel flutters off, leaving Dean alone down there in the basement to flare his manly nostrils and gaze upon Darling Sammy's comatose form with what I am sure are appropriate amounts of torment and angst.