As we fade back up for the denouement, the storm that had been raging the entire evening is now breaking up just in time for the sunrise. And I wish I had the strength to do justice to the following scene for one reason and one reason only: Tricia Helfer acts the hell out of it. Unfortunately, any strength I had has long since been drained away by the deadening pace at which this episode's been running, so long story short, Sam and Dean convince Carol Anne here to go into the light, despite the fact that none of them have any idea might be waiting for her on the other side. Even though she wants so desperately to speak with her husband one last time, Molly eventually agrees and steps forward towards the sunrise. And after, um, saying goodbye to all of her cares and worries, or something, her form bursts open with a white light that envelops her completely before merges with the rays of the rising sun and vanishes. "I guess she wasn't so bad for a ghost," Dean muses after she's gone. "You think she's really going to a better place?" Captain Empathy, looking particularly pained, mutters, "I hope so." "I guess we'll never know," Dean shrugs, "not until we take the plunge ourselves, huh?" "Doesn't really matter, Dean," Sam quietly replies. "Hope's kind of the whole point." Dean and I are thinking the same thing about that, and our thoughts are far from pleasant. Choosing not to vocalize what's leaping around in his head, Dean instead affably thumps Sam on the arm and smirks, "Well, all right, Haley Joel. Let's hit the road." As a light rain patters against the street, Sam and Dean cross back to the Impala, and while an aggravatingly mournful woodwind tootles on the soundtrack, Dean collapses into the driver's seat. His final slam of Metallicar's door takes us to black.

Christ. "I've never been so bored in all of my life!" That's saying something, considering how old... "SILENCE!" Oh, whatever. Can I at least tell them all what to expect next week? "Oh, absolutely! It would be terribly rude of you not to!" Good. Next up: Werewolves, motherfuckers. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!"