...Bobby's Emporium, where Team Free Will proceeds to indulge itself in the exact same goddamned argument they've been having all goddamned season long regarding Michael and Lucifer and The Goddamned Stupid Fucking Apocalypse until Bobby melodramatically whips out the bullet he'd been saving for his own suicide in some absolutely bizarre attempt to teach his fellow morons a lesson about perseverance or fortitude or whatever, and the whole thing gives poor Castiel such a massive migraine that My Long-Suffering Baboo flutters the hell on out of there in a frantic attempt to seek some much-needed respite in the midst of a lonely copse of trees. Would that it were as easy for the rest of us, Castiel. "Indeed! [Slurp!]" Unfortunately, there appears to be no respite in store for My Sweet Baboo at the moment, for that lonely copse of trees has been flattened in a sunburst pattern all across the forest floor by some tremendous force that apparently exploded into the air above said trees no more than a few moments ago. DUN!

Castiel, immediately recognizing the blasted site for what it is, picks his careful way through the debris until he's reached the starburst's center, where he finds a tiny patch of earth pulsating up and down like, oh, someone's trying to escape the clammy clutches of his unnaturally early grave, duuuuuuuuuuuuuh. Hmmm. I wonder who it could be? "Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!" Yes, Raoul, I can see you maniacally waving that exquisitely manicured paw of yours. "Oooh!" Right in my face. "Oooh! Oooh!" I take it you care to venture a guess? "I do! [A-him!] Is it that adorable little bastard from last season?!" I do believe you are correct. "Hooray!" Unfortunately, we won't be receiving confirmation on that for another two full minutes. "Phooey!" Oh, don't you fret, friend of friends. You just sit back and relax with your flagon while I plow through the hijinks that follow. "Okay! [Slurp!]"

Now, where the hell was I? A-ha: Just as Castiel kneels to paw through the many layers of tree litter to see what's lurking underneath, Our Intrepid Baboo is...beset by two of Zachariah's henchangels! Dun-dun-DUN! "Yaaaaaaaaaaaaawn!" Indeed. I can't even tell if the ensuing manly tussling between Castiel and the henchangels is well choreographed or not, because the director's chosen to go all frenetic and unfocused with the quick-cuts and the handheld cameras and the intense and intensely pointless close-ups and such. Basically, each angel's come equipped with his own version of Uriel's angel-smiting scimitar -- even though I thought Uriel's angel-smiting scimitar was a one-of-a-kind sort of deal -- and they thrust away at each other until Castiel somehow manages to impale each of his adversaries upon his own. "DIRTY!" Oh, knock it off, Raoul. You know that's not what I meant. "Hee! [Slurp!]" In any event, having impaled his adversaries, Castiel now returns to that pulsating patch of earth, where he paws through the many layers of tree litter until...that adorable little bastard's hand pokes through! "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I mean, I'm guessing it's the adorable little bastard's hand, because we still have a full minute of screentime before we officially learn the Heaven-sent zombie's identity. "Drat!" Castiel hauls the mud-encased revenant out of his unfortunately early grave and dumps him onto the ground next to The Vessels Formerly Occupied By His Thoroughly Impaled Angelic Adversaries. Castiel leans in close to flick the clumps of dirt away from the revenant's face, and then it's back to...