And in the end, Sam and Dean park that crapped-out hatchback in the middle of a ridiculously scenic stretch of nowhere so Sam can throw a massive hissyfit over SECRETS! and LIES! and NOT CARING ANYMORE! and then Our Authentic Idiots break up. Again. Like, for real this time, you guys! Until next week.
Well, if I'm not mistaken, that was sort of fun, up until the very end, of course. "I'm inclined to agree!" I think I'll give it an A-minus, just for the Air Supply. "I think I'll give it an A-plus, just for the decapitations!" Oh, Raoul -- you're awfully easy to please, sometimes. "Thanks! [Slurp!]" Got one of those flagons for me? "Naturellement! But shouldn't you first let all my little pretties know of next week's enthralling installment?!" Eh. Let 'em figure it out on their own. "Okay!" See you then!
Demian is going to watch Dean lip-synch again. Raoul has no problem with that. "He's dreamy!" You may reach the former at firstname.lastname@example.org. The latter is an imaginary gay dragon on the Internet.