...Flutter, Flutter RAAAWWWR! Well? "[Sniff!]" Oh, great. Last goddamned Flutter, Flutter RAAAWWWR! ever, and Raoul's curled up in a whimpering, tearstained ball on his overstuffed armchair. Thanks for nothing, Kripke!

Somewhere remote, Crazy Sammy's hardened expression comes into slow focus just before the camera leaps to the far side of the abandoned farmyard in which he's currently lounging to take in the long-abandoned wood-frame house he and Princess Embolism apparently occupied shortly after last week's throwdown with Dashing El Deano, and while Princess Embolism packs the trunk of her crapped-out Mustang with supplies, the camera scampers back to burrow into the frown lines on Crazy Sammy's freakish Cro-Magnon forehead. "Sam?" Princess Embolism calls out. "Your head in the game, here?" Crazy Sammy flinches at the sound of her voice, shakes himself out of his thousand-yard stare, and mutters, "I'm good -- let's go." Not buying that answer, Princess Embolism attempts to launch herself into a pep-talk regarding Our Intrepid Heroes' latest fight and how Crazy Sammy will have plenty of time to patch things up with his brother after they off Lilith, but Crazy Sam's certain not only that his days are numbered, but also that whatever Dean hectored him about last week is true. "I can feel it inside me," Sam winces. "I've changed for good." And while he's resigned himself to carrying out what might end up being a suicide mission, he's convinced that Dean is better off without him, anyway, so...whatever, I guess? I'm not sure, and it won't be important until the end of the episode, so let's wave goodbye to Crazy Sam and Princess Embolism as they crawl into her crapped-out Mustang to drive off into the low-lying early morning fog, because the camera's already dragging us off to...

...Bobby's Emporium deep within the lush coastal rainforests of central South Dakota, where Dashing El Deano's anguished expression comes into slow focus just before the camera leaps to the far side of Bobby's living room to take in the slumped, self-pitying stance Our Intrepid Hero apparently adopted shortly after last week's throwdown with Crazy Sammy, and while Dean stares out Bobby's dirt-encrusted windows, the camera scampers around to burrow into furrows of Bobby's wrinkly neck as Bobby calls out, "Dean? You listen to a word I said?" Deeply Depressed El Deano flinches at the sound of Bobby's voice, shakes himself out of his brooding funk, and mutters, "I heard you -- I'm not calling him." Not buying that answer, Bobby warns, "Don't make me get my gun, boy." Hee. At this, Dean finally turns to face his host and complains, "We are damn near kickoff for Armageddon -- don't you think we got bigger fish at the moment?" This sets off a screamy, hair-pulling slapfight between the two of them over Sam's purportedly screwed-up priorities and "Stanford" and "déjà vu all over again" and "ZOMG samz being MEEN 2 me!!!!!!!1!!11!" and the upshot of it all is that Bobby quite awesomely erupts into a long-overdue tirade regarding The Complexities Of Familial Interaction, in which he basically calls Dean a whiny princess while screaming that your relatives are supposed to drive you insane, and that Crazy Sammy doesn't owe Dean shit. Several points to Mr. Singer. And then, to top it all off, Bobby claims Dean's behaving exactly like Sucky John did back in the day, and it's this brutally accurate accusation that finally gets Dean to shut the hell up. Our Intrepid Princess spins on his heel away from Bobby to glare out the window while formulating some no-doubt witty retort, but by the time he's spun back around, Dean's been...