Homo Hacienda, Basement Division, and now I'm really having Charmed flashbacks, what with the pentagram of candles and the potion bowls and the herbs and the Craptin and the MAKE IT STOP OH MY GOD WHY WON'T IT STOP WHY WON'T SOMEONE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SOMEONE MAKE IT and then it's over! And Kitty, of course, is unconscious on the floor, and when she awakens, her eyes flip beetle black, and we head into the next METAL TEETH CHOMP! grateful that the fabulous Sarah Drew finally has something to do tonight besides whine.
"So, what'd ya call me here for, Skippy?" Demonically Enhanced Kitty meows as she prowls around The Gay. "Is it dinnertime?" she hisses, pouncing towards him, and it would be curtains for The Gay, I'm sure, had he not found his voice at the very last instant to blurt, "No! We have Dean Winchester!" Demonically Enhanced Kitty twitches her lips and demands to know where. "The Cloverleaf Motel over on Route Six," smiles The Gay, awfully overconfident for someone who almost got eaten all of three seconds ago. Demonically Enhanced Kitty allows a quick smirk of triumph to flicker across her face before turning her attention to the Sam-In-A-Geek lashed to the chair, and she instantly recognizes the Intrepid Hero within the greasy geek casing, because that's just how the demonically enhanced roll, I guess. And after sauntering over to tease and taunt at Sam-In-A-Geek for a little bit, it suddenly occurs to Demonically Enhanced Kitty that if Sam's in a geek, then a geek must be in Sam, and oh, wouldn't it be wonderful if Lucifer could convince that stupid geek to allow Lucifer control of his destined Vessel? And to off Dean Winchester at the same time? Yeah, yeah, not gonna happen, but still. It's fun watching Sarah Drew enjoying herself in the role, and after all of the stupid, awful, evil, hateful, pointless, insulting bullshit they smashed into our faces up to this point, I'll happily take whatever small pleasure this stupid, awful, evil, hateful, pointless, insulting, shitty episode has left to offer.
ANY-way, The Gay wants his reward, and he wants it now, and he's more than willing to get very, very, very LOUD about it. Silly Gay. Don't you know she's just going to rip your fricking heart out? Oh, and there it goes! Not that we see the actual organ pulsating in Demonically Enhanced Kitty's palm or anything worthwhile like that, of course. No, she just thrusts her fist into The Gay's chest below camera, out of the frame, and after Alex Arsenault chomps down on a couple of Karo-filled gelatin capsules before dropping out of sight, Sarah Drew lewdly licks a half-bottle's worth of Kryolan from the palm of hand, allows herself some time to savor the moment, and sighs, "Yum! Tastes like moron!"