So, where was I? Oh, yes: Darling Sammy's down there writhing on the floor in unimaginable pain due to his broken legs while Defiant El Deano and Zachariah spit and speechify at each other for about 3,000 years, and the upshot of it all is that Dean -- great big goddamned hero that he's become -- refuses to sacrifice a single human life to Heaven and Hell's utterly pointless war, no matter the consequences to him and his own, so Zachariah gives Dean end-stage stomach cancer. Ooops. And on top of that, Zachariah threatens to upgrade Bobby's already desperate Knife-related injuries to permanent paralysis should Dean continue to refuse to cooperate, and I'm not sure, but I'm getting the sense here that Zachariah doesn't quite understand the concept of "freely given consent." No matter, for Dean still refuses to cave, even after Zachariah magically removes Sam's lungs, so it's quite fortunate for Our Intrepid Heroes indeed when, in a flash of brilliant white light, My Sweet Baboo materializes at the far end of the storage unit to spork one of The Meatheads with Uriel's special angel-smiting scimitar. Raoul and I would, I'm sure, cheer Castiel's triumphant return to the small screen had we not been convinced by Misha Collins's presence in the opening credits scroll that Castiel never really went away, errant molars in matted prophet hair notwithstanding. Right, Raoul? "Right! [Slurp!]" Fantastic.