Of course, that doesn't happen, as My Sweet Baboo chooses instead to collapse into a shame spiral of epic proportions and whining the instant we return from the break, and as Castiel flounces off in a melodramatic huff, we head...

...back inside The Nuthouse to find Marcus The Downright Inhospitable Orderly wheeling Batshit Sammy into the asylum's harshly overlit electroshock therapy suite, where he quickly makes clear his intent to fry what little is left of Batshit Sammy's brain right out of the latter's freakish Cro-Magnon skull, for Marcus The Downright Inhospitable Orderly has in fact become Marcus The Demonically-Enhanced Orderly, and DUN!

Meanwhile, out on the lawn, Dashing El Deano and My Miserable Baboo bicker about plot developments that were already ancient a thousand years ago until Dashing El Deano reaches into the trunk of this week's crapped-out piece of automotive trash to present Castiel with his moldy and bloodstained trench coat. Um. Thanks?