Deep within The Lush Coastal Rainforests of Southeastern South Dakota, Dashing El Deano sits at a workbench in the Emporium basement, prepping five shotgun shells with last week's phoenix ash. Eventually, Darling Sammy arrives from above with the boys' hirsute host, and Dean admits he had "a little mishap" with the ash mere moments ago that has led him to question the stuff's efficacy. To demonstrate, he scoops a bit of it up in his fingers and rubs it into the skin on his forearm, grumping, "This stuff is supposed to burn the bejesus out of Eve, and it doesn't even give me sunburn?" Sam quickly argues that the ash might function the same way as iron or silver does -- you know, harmless to humans, but deadly to everything else -- but this does little to quell Dean's newfound fears, especially because they still don't know where Mother's been hanging out as of late. Bobby suggests they give My Sweet Baboo a ring, as Castiel might be able to track her with his Heavenly Whatever, and both Bobby and Sam proceed to stare expectantly at Dean. "Why does it always gotta be me who makes the call, huh?" Dean complains before protesting, "It's not like [Castiel] lives in my ass!" On cue, My Sweet Baboo flutters in directly behind Dean, who yelps and leaps away from his angelic boyfriend with a petulant, "Get out of my ass!" "I was never in your..." Castiel begins before letting the sentence trail off, and the two eye each other a bit -- dare I say it? -- ruefully for a very long moment. "AWWWWK-WAAAARD!" trills Raoul, by now thoroughly recovered from the sheer awesomeness of the opening sequence, and that is quite the astute observation on your part, my scaly friend. "Thanks!" Unfortunately, we've a lot of exposition to cover, so might I plow through it? "Well! Someone's got to plow something, and as that darling little man in the trench coat seems most unwilling to do so, it might as well be you!" Don't tease My Sweet Baboo, Raoul. "Hee!"

So, where was I? Oh, yes: Castiel reluctantly admits neither he nor any of his angelic brethren are able to locate Mother at the moment, so Super-Smart Sammy suggests they summon a sympathetic beastie to the Emporium for an assist. Surprisingly enough, the others quickly agree to this plan, and the next thing we know, Castiel's fluttered out and back in again with Lenore, the doe-eyed cow-sucking vampire from Season Two. "Who?!" Exactly, Raoul. Lenore glances around at her new and entirely unexpected surroundings, then bolts in a panic towards the cellar's depths, stopping only when she realizes she's trapped. She turns her grimy, haggard face to Our Intrepid Heroes and stares at them in silence until Dean carefully steps forward to ask if she remembers them. "I remember," she admits, all skittish and such before reminding them, "Your hunter friend almost killed me." "If it makes you feel any better," Sam offers, "he turned into a vampire, and I chopped his head off." "With razor wire!" Dean emphasizes, grinning as he adds, "Wicked!" "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" shrieks Raoul, all but swooning at the mere thought of that particular scene, and your faithful recapper and his faithful recapping companion take a moment to reminisce fondly over the awesomeness of seasons past. "That was beautiful!" True, but my favorite is still that security guard getting his head chopped off in the elevator. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Unless my favorite's that monster Bobby ran through his neighbor's industrial-strength woodchipper. "AAAI-EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Sigh. Memories! "[Sniff!] I'm getting a little emotional!" As am I, Raoul. As am I.