Meanwhile, Dashing El Deano wakes up on the ground somewhere forbidding and remote. DUN! My Possibly No-Longer-Batshit Baboo hovers above him with a deeply unsettled expression on his face, and once Dean has recovered what's left of his wits, Castiel states, "We need to get out of here." "Where are we?" Dean wonders, pulling himself to his feet. "You don't know?" Castiel replies, in an answer that so totally isn't. Rather than throttling his angelic boyfriend's infuriatingly unresponsive ass, Dean instead dumbly notes that, as best he can recall, they successfully slaughtered Richard Roman. "And where would he go in death?" Castiel prompts. "Are you telling me...?" Dean begins. "Every soul here is a monster," Castiel growls, "and this is where they come to prey upon each other for all eternity." "We're in Purgatory?" Dean howls. "How do we get out?" "I'm afraid we're much more likely to be ripped to shreds," Castiel frowns, and no sooner have those words left his mouth than the woods around them come to life with snarling, circling, red-eyed beasties. "I think we better..." Dean begins again, but My Elusive Baboo has long since fled the scene, leaving Dashing El Deano in the dark to confront those snarling, circling, red-eyed beasties all on his own, and I'm calling it now: Both Dean and Castiel will be out of Purgatory by next season's second episode, and Bobby will be back by November Sweeps. I hate this show so much.
Next up: NOTHING! I'm free! I'm free! "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" Well, okay, aside from the endless-seeming days I'm sure to spend nursing Raoul back to health, I'M FREE!
Demian will now proceed to drink his face off. Raoul is recuperating quite nicely, thanks, after his distressing and likely made-up ordeal. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" You may reach the former at firstname.lastname@example.org. The latter is an imaginary gay dragon on the Internet.