Oh, right: This crap. We find Bandy-Legged El Deano flipped upside down in the much-abused Impala, trying and failing to pop out a brutal dent in the roof with his heavily booted feet, when Bobby ambles on over from points unknown to kick-start this episode's exposition. Long story short, Darling Sammy apparently fell into something very close to a coma after their worthless little jaunt down to Crowley's laboratory, and Bobby's letting The Ginormotron sleep it off over in the Emporium proper while he and Dean review their options, which are very few indeed. To begin with, My Godly Baboo's simply vanished from the face of the planet, with nary so much as "a trench coat on a tortilla" to indicate his current whereabouts, so our protagonists are momentarily stuck cooling their heels in the lush coastal rainforests of southeastern South Dakota, waiting for reports of "miracles" or "mass visions" or something -- anything -- to direct them towards their next adventure. In the meantime, Bobby would research how to subdue or slaughter their erstwhile angelic friend, but he hasn't the faintest idea where to begin. Dean's even more useless than usual, if that's at all possible, and the two bemoan their current situation until the scene sort of just peters out.

Next thing we know, Dean's wandered into the Emporium kitchen, and just as he begins rifling through Bobby's refrigerator for more beer, Darling Sammy wanders onto the scene with a hale and hearty "Hey!" Sam's tremendous paw is wrapped up in a wad of gauze, but aside from that, he seems little worse for the wear, much to Dean's vocal surprise. The two natter away at each other -- oh, Lord, do they natter away at each other -- and I get so bored with it all that I actually focus on the CW's bug for Ringer, which the graphic insists is a "NEW HIT SERIES," and blow it out your ass, you shitty, shitty little audience-hemorrhaging netlet. ANY-way, Sam insists he's fine, so Dean invites him back out to the yard to chat -- AGAIN, SOME MORE -- about recent developments, but the instant Dean's out the door, the camera goes all wacky with the Dutch angles and such, so we know Something's Not Quite Right With Darling Sammy. Sure enough, ominous tinkly noises assault the soundtrack, and Sam goes, "Whaaaaaaa?" before they unceremoniously drop the whole thing to zip on over to the next scene, 'cause that's the way they decided to roll with this bullshit tonight, I guess.