SPLAT! "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" shrieks Raoul, writhing himself into a blur upon his overstuffed armchair with positively unprecedented amounts of delight, for The Kripkeeper has finally taken his Exploding Corpse idea to heart. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Well, it's not precisely an exploding corpse, but, you know. The intent's there. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Oy. In any event, what appears to be a tremendous gout of blood explodes outwards from the back of the screen to splatter against the front and, like, swim around for a bit with the show's title dripping through it all exactly as Raoul described. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I'm going to be deaf before we hit this episode's exposition. Which might not be such a bad thing. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" ANY-way, "Supernatural" drips there amongst the swirling eddies of gore, underscored by an insistent heartbeat and some intense, otherworldly susurrations until the opening RAAAWWWR! sweeps across the screen to gobble everything up, and while the RAAAWWWR! isn't exactly "a dapper and debonair gentlebeast" as specified by your faithful recapper's faithful recapping companion, I do believe it's close enough. So close, in fact, that a certain imaginary gay dragon on the Internet should be expecting a pretty fat check from Warner Brothers in the very near future. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Aftermath. During the exciting new title card, Our Intrepid Heroes apparently landed safely in Baltimore, and are now cruising down some midnight backroad in a rented Ford, headed towards points currently unknown but eminently guessable. Inside, Sam flicks on the radio in time to hear a newsreader perk, "Governor O'Malley urged calm, saying it's very unlikely an abandoned convent would be a target for terrorists, either foreign or home-grown." "Change the station," Dean growls from behind the wheel, for Sam may never, ever drive a Winchestermobile, even when that Winchestermobile is nothing more than a crapped-out late model rental sedan from Avis. Sam complies with Dean's request, but unfortunately for Dean, every station up and down the dial's filled with more ominous portents of Lucifer-related doom, as news of far-flung hurricanes and earthquakes and North Korean nuclear tests and the dreaded Mexican Influenza proceed to assail Our Dear Boys' ears. Done-With-It-All El Deano, having had more than his fair share of this sort of crap over the last couple of days, shoots A Look at Apologetically Exasperated Sammy, so Sam snaps the radio off, and the two muddle through recent events for a very long time until they decide to motor on over to Kripke's Hollow to find out what became of Castiel and Chuck during the end of last season's finale. Well, Sam would try to muddle through recent events for a very long time, I'm sure, starting with his own terribly inopportune slaughtering of Lilith, but Dean's most certainly not in the mood for any tear-streaked bouts of self-recrimination at this point in the game, and so, after briefly wondering who yanked them up into the sky from the convent during the pre-credits sequence, The Stumpy Little Bow-Legged Lamb Of God stomps down on the gas pedal, activating his Jesus Wormhole and whisking Our Intrepid Heroes straight over to...