ANY-way, things go south pretty quickly when The Voices In My Godly Baboo's Head start screaming, but before we get to see anything good, the camera whisks us back to...

...Stately Fulgurite Manor, where it finds Our Intrepid Dimwits plus Bobby loitering nervously on the sidelines while Death slurps down the very last dregs of his soda, and once The Horseman has discarded his cup, Dean clears his throat as if to speak. "Shut up, Dean!" Death instantly snaps, and it's like I'm in love all over again for the very first time. Sigh. "I'm not here to tie your shoes every time you trip," Death impatiently reminds the bumbling, useless object of his immensely entertaining annoyance before chiding the moron like so: "I warned you about those souls how long ago? Long enough to stop that fool, and here we are -- again -- with your little planet on the edge of immolation!" "Maybe I should spend my effort on a better planet," he sighs, at long last rising to his feet to flee these dolts, and would that we all could join you, hon. Before he vanishes, though, and only because he finds "that little angel" "arrogant," Death does gift them all with the only solution they have left: They must compel My Godly Baboo to vomit all those souls back down into Purgatory, immediately. Mindful they'll need a lunar eclipse to reopen the portal, Death schedules another for that Sunday morning, just before dawn, and with that, he sweeps out of the room, though not before warning them all never to summon him again. And while part of me hopes Our Intrepid Idiots ignore Death's last warning because Julian Richings is just that awesome in the role, the majority of me realizes that this show would just fuck it all up if Death began appearing on a regular basis. I used to love Crowley, too, until they started tossing him into every other episode, and see what happened with that? "I do not!" Oh, knock it off, Raoul. "Hee!"

Nebraska, and what's that I spy clotting up on the campaign headquarters floor? "GOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Yes, My Godly Baboo suddenly snaps awake to find himself practically swimming in a lake of the good stuff, and when he pushes himself up onto his unsteady feet, he finds himself surrounded by a score of nubile young corpses, each with its throat most garishly ripped out. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" And once again, I gotta hand it to My Godly Baboo, 'cause this is definitely another good start. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" I'm so happy this development pleases you as well, my scaly friend. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Unfortunately, Castiel is horrified by what he's done, but before he can flee, The Voices In My Godly Baboo's Head start screaming again, and that's our cue to scuttle back over to...