...into the depths of St. Mary's. Excellent and excellently efficient little effect, achieved as it is with little more than smart editing and a couple of fast lighting cues. Bravo, show. Bravo.

Meanwhile, Castiel stoically faces what could very well be his doom. Well, except for the fact that we already know Misha Collins'll be back for the fifth season, so whatever. As the Archangel's terrible white light floods Chuck's roach-infested kitchen, The Prophet Of The Lord places an amicable, we're-in-this-together hand on Castiel's shoulder. Castiel glares. Chuck sheepishly removes his hand. Hee! The Prophet and The Angel return their focus to that terrible white light, and as it intensifies to obliterate their images, we...

...slam back to St. Mary's, where Crazy Sammy's booted his way through the chapel door to unleash his Mighty Hands Of Discontent. Lilith flips end over end to whack her head -- hard -- against the desecrated altar's edge before flopping to the filthy ground, temporarily dazed. Sam advances upon her just as Dean rounds the corner at the far end of the hall. Princess Embolism swings her lopsided head around to shoot The Stumpy Little Bow-Legged Lamb Of God a hairy side-eye, then...telekinetically flings shut the chapel doors! I'd give that a DUN!, but I'm too busy wondering why those decrepit old things haven't fallen off their goddamned hinges by now. "Proper ongoing maintenance by the property's holding company?!"

A moment, if you please. Raoul? "Yes!?" Do you want a flagon? "Yes!" Then shut up and let me finish this goddamned recap before I die from old age. "Well! I never in all my life! Of all the nerve! You just can't be helpful to some silly little peo...!"

ANY-way, while Raoul indulges himself in a proper little tizzy, let's rejoin Our Insane And Terribly Misguided Hero as he steps up to Lilith's splayed form and smiles, "I have been waiting for this for a very long time!" "Gimme your best shot!" Lilith glowers, and oh, but this next little sequence is really quite well done. Sam raises a Hand, and as he does so, the sound of his own heartbeat swells to engulf the soundtrack. Once his hellish mojo hits Lilith's chest, the demonette in question rears up and glows white much as Uncle Arthur did two months ago, and Sam's heartbeat threatens to get drowned out not only by Lilith's agonized yet oddly dampened screams, but also by the demonic chorus that now joins all of the other noise in the room until The Stumpy Little Bow-Legged Lamb Of God's shouts from the hallway break through all of it, and Sam lowers his Hand to bleat, "Dean?" The image downshifts into slow-motion as Lilith collapses back to the floor behind him and Princess Embolism rages into blurry focus from one side of the frame, her howls of incredulous rage muffled by Sam's ongoing heartbeat until Lilith's peals of derisive laughter cut through everything else to snap the scene back to temporary clarity. "You turned yourself into a monster," she needles, "and now you're not gonna bite?" Crazy Sammy, thus effectively taunted, allows his eyes to flip beetle-black, and he lifts his Hand again as his heartbeat ratchets up for the final burst of his Satanic mojo, and after a very long moment, Lilith drops over into the season's final METAL TEETH CHOMP!, dead. Oops.