ANY-way, Dean continues, "Alastair was right -- I'm not all here. I'm not strong enough." By now, Dean's allowed A Single Manly Tear to fall from his right eye and, wallowing in self-pity, he cries, "I guess I'm not the man either of our dads wanted me to be." Castiel hasn't yet learned how to respond in such situations, so he remains silent and troubled at Dean's side as Dean finishes, "Find someone else -- it's not me." And with that, a second, unprecedented manly tear drops from his left eye, and he turns his head away from his angel to disappear into the black. Depressing!
Next week, Our Intrepid Heroes mysteriously discover themselves leading lives not their own. "Ooooh!" enthuses Raoul. "A mystery! I love mysteries!" I know you do, friend of friends. I know you do. Have you anything else to add? "Kisses! Kisses to all my pretties until next week's exciting and mysterious installment!"
If you were in a medically induced coma, Demian wouldn't bother to visit. Raoul, however, would ever be at your side, reading aloud from "The Collected Works Of Barbara Cartland" until you'd recovered. You may reach the former at firstname.lastname@example.org. The latter is an imaginary gay dragon on the Internet.