Rattle, Rattle THEN! Our Intrepid Heroes decided a very long time ago to kill some evil sons of bitches and raise a little hell, which was most certainly not very fun at all for the various demonic moppets and vampiric security guards and psychotic prison matrons and wily tricksters and elaborately tattooed genies they proceeded to encounter, but really quite delightful for members of the viewing audience, most especially for one audience member in particular. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" shrieks Raoul The Big Gay Supernatural Dragon, writhing about upon his overstuffed armchair with glee over the fabulous montage that just flew by. Unfortunately, in a moment of grief-stricken desperation, Dashing El Deano summoned Ona Grauer to a remote crossroads and offered his eternal soul in exchange for Gigantic Dead Sammy's life, and is only now realizing that he doesn't really want to go Hell at the end of the current season after all. Also, Samuel Fucking Colt fashioned The Fucking Gun That Can Kill Anything Except When It Usually Can't, with which Devious Action Sammy shot Jared Padalecki's girlfriend in the face before Annoying Posh Bela stole it. Meanwhile, Princess Sparkle begged for Dashing El Deano's assistance in preparing Darling Sammy to fight The War That Is About To Begin Any Second Now, We Promise!, despite the fact that The Ginormotron took out both an entire SWAT team and Whackjob Gordon quite easily on his own, thank you very much. And then?
Silence, Silence NOW! A gently slumbering Sam snaps open his eyes and bolts upright in bed when Asia's awful "Heat Of The Moment" abruptly screams from the clock radio right next to his tremendous head. "Rise and shine, Sammy!" early bird El Deano bellows out, jocularly enough, as he finishes lacing up his boots on this week's motel room's other bed. "Dude," Sam blinks, vague disgust washing across his still-groggy face, "Asia?" "You love this song and you know it!" Dean insists despite all evidence to the contrary, including Sam grumbling, "If I ever hear it again, I'm gonna kill myself." "I wouldn't want to hold you to that statement, you darling little boy!" shrieks Raoul, and come on, Raoul. Knock it off with the spoilers. "Ooops! My bad! Do continue, you silly little man!" Thanks ever so. "My pleasure!" So, Dean gets a sly glint in his eye at Sam's reckless vow, and leans over to crank up the volume. "What? I can't hear you!" he teases, and as Sam allows him a light little chuckle, Dean, in all of his ridiculously cheesy glory, rocks out on his bed with a finger-pointing, head-bopping lip-synch to John Wetton's vocals before shimmying out of the frame. Dork.