Yep, barely has Dean had a chance to react to this devastating and entirely unexpected news when the camera hops on over to this week's motel room, where Princess Embolism's just arrived to sulk and mope and pout about angel stench, or some such nonsense, and now she can shut the hell up, too, and what's the point of this scene, again? Oh, yeah: Princess Embolism has a magical way to discover Dean's current whereabouts, and it's actually pretty cool. Unfortunately, we'll have to wait to see it, because we must first endure Darling Sammy expressing his concerns that Dean's not up to the current task the angels have assigned him. Dean came back from Hell wrong, you see, and so it's up to Sam to extract the necessary information from Uncle Arthur himself. Princess Embolism scoffs, for she knows Sam's not strong enough to take on Alastair. "I will be," Sam vows, his eyes all a-shadowed, and DUN!

Meanwhile, back at the abattoir, Uncle Arthur will not shut the fuck up already, so let's cut to the chase: Daddy Shut Up actually spent an entire century in Hell getting tortured by Alastair, but never once did Sucky John accept Alastair's offer, so that of course makes Sucky John a much better person and much stronger man than Our Stumpy Little Bow-Legged Pussy-Boy Wimp Of An Intrepid Hero, here, who, as you'll recall, caved after only thirty years of repeated flaying, and oh, my God: Sucky John refuses to stop sucking even now, after all of this time! "It really is a most unusual talent that man has!" Raoul agrees. In any event, none of Uncle Arthur's bitchy remarks manage to deter Dean from the task at hand, as Dean's been dreaming of this moment for a very long time, and Dean slowly and deliberately fills a hypodermic needle full of holy water which he then...