Just then, however, Darling Sammy's cell rings. "What?" he snaps after eying the caller ID. "What up, Bullwinkle?" Meg smiles on the other end of the line. "Just a little FYI call," she continues, adding, "Your boy's awake." Sam immediately switches over to speakerphone so Dean might demand, "When?" "Last night about eight," Meg replies. "And you waited 'til now to tell us?" Dean howls. "I've been busy," Meg shrugs, all nonchalant and such. "He's just a tad different than when he dozed off," she warns, referring of course to My Sweet Baboo. "What do you mean?" Dean asks. "Guess what?" Meg smirks, preparing to get all meta on our collective ass. "I'm not a nurse -- just playing one on TV." She ends the call with a curt, "You want answers? Start driving!" and with that, Our Intrepid Heroes prepare to pack for the quick hop across the state line.

Somewhere else, a jittery Kevin Tran speeds through the night in the car he apparently stole from his parents, freaking out over the random flashes he keeps receiving of Our Intrepid Heroes' intricately-carved rock until Vaguely Insulting Overachieving Asian-American Stereotype: Female Version calls to wonder what gives. Addled Kevin replies with a series of apparent non-answers that basically boil down to "I'm on a mission from God!" before hanging up to hang a right into this evening's first CHOMP!-less commercial break. Or, you know, onto the westbound lanes of U.S. Route 30. Your choice.

Funny Farm. Our Intrepid Heroes arrive to have Meg escort them into My Sweet Baboo's room, where they find the recently-awakened angel standing at the window, staring out into the night while sporting his signature beige trench coat over his nuthouse-issued pajamas. "Hey!" Dashing El Deano awkwardly opens. Castiel returns the greeting with an uncanny sense of serenity, after which he points a finger in Dean's direction. "Pull my finger," My Sweet Baboo suggests, a slight smile passing across his exceptionally pretty face. "Um. What?" Dean more or less replies. "My finger," Castiel prompts. "Pull it." Dean hesitates, shooting a couple of wary side-eyes at Sam and Meg as he does so, but he eventually complies. Instantly, the overhead fluorescents shatter and crash to the linoleum, plunging the room into darkness. Heh. My Delightfully Devious Baboo giggles while Sam and Dean gape and goggle at him for a very long period of time, after which we...