Back from the break, Castiel materializes in midstride on a weed-choked concrete walkway with Dean and Sam tagging along behind him. Dean: "Where the hell are we?" Castiel: "Van Nuys." Dean: "Where's The Beautiful Room?" Castiel: "In there." Dean practically stops dead in his tracks in disbelief. "The Beautiful Room is in an abandoned muffler factory in Van Nuys, California?" "Where'd you think it was?" Castiel growls. "I don't know!" Dean protests. "Jupiter? A blade of grass? Not...Van Nuys." Heh. The three eventually reach the factory entrance and pause to review the plan, which basically amounts to this: Castiel will somehow get rid of the five henchangels Zachariah has stationed on the factory floor, after which Our Intrepid Heroes will barge into The Greenroom and abscond with their adorable little bastard of a half-brother. "Whoa," Dean Keanus, "you're gonna take on five angels?" "Yes," Castiel stoically nods. "Isn't that suicide?" Dean blinks. "Maybe it is," Castiel replies, "but then I won't have to watch you fail." Oooh! Someone just got told! "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" Yeah, that, too. By the way, Castiel's been deliberately stripping off his tie during all of this, and now produces a hefty-looking boxcutter from his trenchcoat pocket. "What the hell are you going to do with that?" Sam buhs. "ZZZZZZ -- gooooooooooooore! -- ZZZZZZ!" Aw. His little paws are all twitchy. Still not going to bother to wake him up, though. "ZZZZZZ -- hey! -- ZZZZZZ!"
Factory Interior. Castiel warily circles the floor's squat and dilapidated office for a few very long seconds until he's finally attacked by the first of the henchangels, whom he quickly dispatches with a couple of mighty thrusts from his angel-smiting scimitar. And then he waits. And waits. And waits and waits and waits and waits and waits and waits and waits until the four remaining henchangels finally -- finally -- emerge from the generalized factory floor gloom to glare at him. The female of the quartet is twirling her angel-smiting scimitar like it's a majorette's baton, by the way, and it is amusing me far more than it should. In any event, after they burn off another twenty seconds or so of screentime, Castiel abruptly tosses his scimitar to the floor and mutters, "What are you waiting for? Come on!" The henchangels comply, but just as they're about to bring it, My Deliriously Devious Baboo rips open his shirt to reveal the Angel-B-Gon sigil he's carved into his chest! "ZZZZZZ -- gooooooooooooore! -- ZZZZZZ!" Oh, this is awesome. In fact, aside from that Death To Patsy Cline bit courtesy of Zachariah at the top of the hour, this awesome moment is the only awesome moment in this entire godforsaken episode. "ZZZZZZ -- eeeeeeeeeeeee! -- ZZZZZZ!" Castiel slaps his palm against the gruesome etching and the subsequent detonation takes out everyone present, including My Deliriously Devious Baboo.