To kick things off, Dean wonders if they'll be saying goodbye to Doctor Feelgood before they skip town, but Darling Sammy doesn't see the point in that -- yet another way he's changed over the years, evidently. "Well, look at you," Dean grins admiringly, "love 'em and leave 'em," and I'd make some snide remark about Dean being fine with Sam's gradual evolution so long as the result of that gradual evolution ended up being exactly like Dean, but I haven't the time to think it through properly. Next! The two hasten to assure each other that the nasty -- and true -- insults they hurled at each other the previous evening were the result of nothing more than The Siren's devious spell warping their fragile little minds, and they manage to agree to continue deluding each other. "So, we're good?" Sam asks. "We're good," Dean nods, but his eyes get a bit of the thousand-yard stare after he says it, and as the two climb into the Impala and slam the doors shut at the same time, we head into the next mini-hiatus knowing things are most certainly not good at all. DUN!
Because February sweeps got knocked into March this year, the next new episode won't air until March 5th, so do try to stay out of trouble until then. Raoul? "Yes?!" Toddy? "Coming right up!" Careful -- you don't want to tangle your feet in your Snuggie and have that delicious, healing booze fly all over the room. "I'll be sure to lift the hem!" Excellent. "Kisses! Mini-hiatus kisses to all of my pretties!"
Demian's too zonked on cold medication to insult you properly this week. This turn of events, of course, delights Raoul. You may reach the former at email@example.com. The latter is an imaginary gay dragon on the Internet.