Now, where the hell was I? "Babbling?!" Zip it, Raoul. "Hee! [Slurp!]" Oh, yes: After Still-Darling Yet Woebegone And Forlorn Sammy skulks off all by his lonesome, and after a time-lapse cross-fade of motel room research that ensures the audience notes the presence of The Knife That Can Kill Anything Except When It Usually Can't, Secretly Possessed Bobby starts yammering something tedious about Sucky John in a futile attempt to set brother against brother, again, some more, but Secretly Possessed Bobby's natterings instead trip a switch in Dean's brain, so Our Intrepid Hero leaps across the room to root through one of his bottomless duffels until he hauls out a Ziploc baggie filled with the last of his worthless bastard of a so-called father's earthly possessions. He rips the seal open and quickly locates a relevant business card for "Castle Storage" at "42 Rover Hill" somewhere in upstate New York. Get it? The castle on the hill of 42 dogs? Dean's super-stoked over his very own mad reasoning skillz and would, I'm sure, hit the road immediately were it not for Secretly Possessed Bobby hitting him first! "VIOLENCE!" howls Raoul, writhing about upon his overstuffed armchair with glee, all the while ensuring one perfectly honed paw remains steady in the air so as not to lose a drop from his flagon. "WANTON ACTS OF UNREPENTANT VIOLENCE AND GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" For yes, gentle reader, Openly Possessed Bobby beats Dashing El Deano like Dashing El Deano owes him money, and after kicking Dean's stumpy little bow-legged ass around the room three or four times, Openly Possessed Bobby plants one last boot into Dean's chest to topple Our Intrepid Hero right over into the METAL TEETH CHOMP!

Hateful Motel Room Of Eye-Searing Decor And Dean Beating. Aftermath. As Openly Possessed Bobby drags momentarily stupefied Dean to the latter's feet, Rachel Miner, whom I have no recollection of seeing in anything ever, but who apparently dyed her hair black for this role, swans into the room with a beefy-looking henchdemon and immediately starts in with the taunting. "I always knew you were a big, dumb, slow, dim pain in the ass, Dean," she begins, thereby earning herself the eternal enmity of rabid Deangirls everywhere, "but I never dreamt you were so V.I.P.!" Rachel Miner crosses to fondle The Knife That Can Kill Anything Except When It Usually Can't and continues, "I mean, you're gonna ice the devil? You?" Having by now lifted The Knife That Can Kill Anything Except When It Usually Can't from the telephone table, she crosses over to Our Dear Boy to draw its blade against his cheek as she finishes, "I'd-a known that, I would've ripped your pretty, pretty face off ages ago!" "Ruby!" Dean accuses, still struggling to pull himself together after Openly Possessed Bobby's impressive smackdown. "Guess again," Rachel Miner teases. "Go back further." "Meg?" Dean realizes with much furrowing of his preternaturally photogenic brow. "Hi!" she giggles by way of confirmation, and really, Kripke? Meg? After two and a half years? I'll reserve judgment until after I've seen where Our Dark And Evil Overlord is going with this one, but I gotta admit now: It's making me tense. "And not in a good way, either!" Raoul shriekily agrees, and as ever, thanks for getting my back, friend of friends. "Don't mention it!"