Anyway, where the hell was I? Oh, yes: When the dripping is done, we join Our Intrepid Heroes as they motor through the evening on some as-yet-unspecified mission. "I still say this is a bad idea," Dashing El Deano gripes from behind the wheel of this week's crapped-out piece of automotive trash. "It was your idea," Darling Sammy sniffily points out, adding, "and it was the best one either of us had." "I said it as a joke," Dean protests, "only because we got no magic spell, no book, nothing on how to find a freaking righteous bone!" Dirty! Sam suggests they try summoning My Sweet Baboo for a consult, an idea Dean nixes immediately because the last time they tried that, Castiel materialized on the car "naked" and "covered in bees," and this entire conversation has certainly taken an unexpected turn for the disgustingly filthy, hasn't it? Fortunately, Dashing El Deano decides to switch on the radio at this moment and, after a pair of extraordinarily expository business reporters make mention of the fact that Richard Roman's holed himself up at SucroCorp's tackily-appointed world headquarters in Seattle, Our Intrepid Heroes exchange A Look Fraught With Significance.
Meanwhile, Dead Bobby steers that hapless hotel maid he's been riding for the last week over to a bank of televisions on display in a pawn shop window somewhere dark, deserted and damp, and he glowers as Richard Roman appears on every single screen. DUN!
Back in Seattle, Crowley and Roman continue negotiating the terms of their incredibly stupid deal until we cross-fade over to...
..."a friggin' nunnery crypt," as Dashing El Deano puts it, to watch as Our Intrepid Heroes break in. After considering several options, Our Dear Boys decide to defile the grave of one "Sister Mary Constant," a kind-hearted soul who lived "eighty-three years of quiet, humble, nun-like goodness," according to the graveyard inventory Darling Sammy somehow managed to find, so Dashing El Deano whips out his trusty sledgehammer to begin whacking away at the good sister's nameplate.