Please don't bother yourselves trying to come up with a sensible answer to that question, because I don't actually care.

Cut to Stupid Jeffrey's tastefully-appointed suite at the halfway house. Darling Sammy picks the lock on the door and tippy-toes through the outer room to poke around Stupid Jeffrey's meager belongings with a now-incessantly talkative Lucifer shadowing his every move. "That's what I'm talking about, Sam!" Lucifer sighs, all smitten and such. "Real interaction again! I missed that -- the rapier wit? The wittier rape? Come on!" I'd venture to guess that the seedier corners of LiveJournal blew up with digital reams of badly-written rape porn after Lucifer delivered that line were it not for my suspicion that even the batshit ladies of fan fiction gave up on this dying show months ago. In any event, Sam quickly finds both an empty cell phone scrambler box and a hidden metal case containing a sheaf of obscure demon-summoning spells penned in Miss Nora's distinctive handwriting. For whatever dumb reason, however, Darling Sammy's incapable of figuring out these clues on his own, so we wait until the ever-helpful Lucifer puts it all together for him, after which we bustle on over to...

...Miss Nora's tastefully-appointed apartment, where we watch as Darling Sammy picks the lock, tippy-toes through the outer room, and...WHAMMO! A visibly jittery yet undeniably cunning Miss Nora whacks Darling Sammy over the head with a candlestick. Fortunately for Our Intrepid Hero, the feeble blow does little more than knock him just a teensy bit off-balance for a second, and he quickly recovers to overpower her, after which he confronts her with the evidence of her collusion with Stupid Jeffrey. Miss Nora, instantly chastened, collapses onto a sofa to commence with the copious weeping and whatnot, and eventually -- after Sam obediently follows Lucifer's advice and threatens her with actual violence -- she blurts out, "It's my son! He has my son!" Dimwit Sammy's all, "The demon?" to which Miss Nora impatiently replies, "Not the demon, you fucking idiot! Jeffrey!" Dun-dun-DUN!