Yeesh. ANY-way, as Princess Embolism would have us believe, all that demonic corpse blood Our Dear Boy's been sucking down this entire season had absolutely no effect on him at all -- no increase in strength, no transformation into a monster, nothing. "Really!?" Yes, Raoul. Pay attention. "Oh, I shall! This oughta be good, am I right?!" Raoul! "Sorry!" IN ANY EVENT, Princess Embolism gets in one last good one when she tells Devastated Darling Sammy, "You didn't need the feather to fly! You had it in you the whole time, Dumbo!" Was that a slur? "It was!" Listen, missy, the only three people around here who get to call Sam a moron are me, his brother, and his brother's boyfriend, so zip it! Princess Embolism ignores me, yapping away at Suicidal Sammy for a good fifteen minutes more, and for this, she must die. Fortunately, Dashing El Deano bursts through the barricaded chapel doors at this moment. Unfortunately, Princess Embolism decides it's time for yet another snotty remark. "You're too late!" she unwisely teases. "I don't care," Dean seethes, never breaking stride as he draws The Knife That Can Kill Anything Except When It Usually Can't Except In This Scene When It Actually Does from his belt, and at the last instant, poor, dear, broken -- and, let's face it, stupid -- Sammy rises from the floor behind her to pin down her arms while Dashing El Deano fillets Princess Embolism with her own goddamned blade. Kick ass. "VIOLENCE!" Yeah, that too. "WANTON ACTS OF UNREPENTANT VIOLENCE AND GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!"