SPLAT! Well, that was awkwardly timed, wasn't it? Also: Raoul? "...!" What, are we pouting? "...!" Oh, knock it off with the silent treatment, friend of friends. What gives? "Well, I am sorry I'm sure!" Raoul shrieks, even though I've a feeling he's not terribly sorry in the least. "But how can I get excited about this season's endlessly compelling blood-burst of a title card when I know it's the last time I'll be seeing it?! [Wail!] Oh, woe! WOE!" You poor thing. "[Sniffle!]" Are you sure you can't find it in you to writhe about with delight just one last time, anyway? "I...! I...! [Sob!]" Please? "Well! If you insist!" Oh, I do. "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!" Well, that wasn't quite up to your usual standards of frenzied glee, but don't you feel even the tiniest bit better? "I do, actually!" Then, how about you really throw yourself into it this time? "Okay! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" And once again, all is well with the world. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Excellent.

Somewhere abandoned and industrial, Sam wipes a bit of grue from The Knife That Can Kill Anything Except When It Usually Can't as two upside-down demonically enhanced extras leak what's left of their blood into a couple of catch buckets on the floor. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Take it where you can get it, hon. "Thanks! I will! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The extras have been suspended by their heels from meat hooks embedded in the ceiling, and Sam's used The Knife to slash open their throats, apparently, so Castiel and Dean can collect Sam's necessary CRACK! in a series of plastic gallon containers, which the three then load into the Impala's bottomless trunk outside. Dean appears to be sporting a bruise on his cheek, so I'm guessing some genius decided we needed to miss a terribly exciting fight sequence in favor of subjecting us all to the incessant yammering that makes up most of the remainder of the episode. "Hmph!" I feel your pain, Raoul. I feel your pain. In any event, Dean strolls on over to Bobby to confirm that, yes, two demonically enhanced supernumeraries were indeed waiting for them inside and that, yes, they managed to acquire "all the Go Juice Sammy can drink." They next confab about the various omens that have been popping up around the country, including cyclones in Tampa and wildfires in Los Angeles, before deciding that a mysterious 20-degree temperature drop confined to a five-square-block area in downtown Detroit is likely the omen they're actually looking for, especially given the fact that Lucifer promised Sam their final showdown would occur in that particular city. The boys exchange A Look Fraught With Significance out there in the abandoned and industrial parking lot, and then we head off...