My Sweet Baboo, not nearly as ecstatic with this turn of events as Raoul is, looks deeply sad -- well, as deeply sad as a creature with no emotions could possibly look, I suppose -- and murmurs, "Goodbye, sister," as the rain continues to sluice down around his head, though for some strange reason, all that water appears to hit neither Castiel nor his now-dead fellow angel on the ground. No matter, for a squadron of cop cars and emergency vehicles have now appeared in the far blurry background of the shot, and it's time for Castiel to skedaddle before these pesky human arrivals begin asking him uncomfortable questions. And sure enough, by the time the officers have disembarked and jogged on over to the fresh corpse, Castiel's disappeared in that funny little way of his, and the camera leaps above the dead angel to pull itself backwards and up into the storm in a lovely little parallel to the swirling overhead that began the season of Dean standing next to his empty grave. Other lovely little parallels of note? The blonde's hair and body are positioned in exactly the same way as Burnt Mary and Jessica's were way back during the series premiere. Sometimes I love this show. So. Much! And as the searchlight from the police helicopter rakes across the scene below, we catch a glimpse -- on the asphalt on either side of the angel corpse -- of the scorch marks left behind from the immolation of a pair of twenty-five-foot-long wings. It's beautiful. Also: DUN!