...The Nuthouse, where Lucifer is currently tormenting Batshit Sammy with the help of a loudly squelching megaphone, but that's not important right now because what is important right now is the fact that that wisp of a lass has returned, bearing supposedly maggot-free candy bars, but before this "Marin" person can get to chatting, Lucifer lays it on heavy with the squelching megaphone, and Batshit Sammy's subsequent twitches send Marin fleeing back to her own side of the psychiatric ward. Call me crazy, but I think she'll be back.
Down in Colorado, Dashing El Deano's already arrived at the tastefully-appointed home of Daphne and Emmanuel Allen, and his rap on the front door is answered by none other than Emmanuel Allen himself...or is it? Sort answer: Yeah, no, it's not, which we learn the instant this fake Emmanuel Allen person allows his eyes to flip beetle-black. DUN! The Demonically-Enhanced Gent Currently Masquerading As Emmanuel Allen slams Dashing El Deano up against the front door -- with enough force, somehow, to splinter the door's wood, natch, but not enough to send Dashing El Deano crashing in a paralytic heap to the ground, of course -- and Our Intrepid Hero testily reminds The Demonically-Enhanced Gent Currently Masquerading As Emmanuel Allen of the fact that Crowley "issued a hands-off memo" as far as he and his brother are concerned. The Demonically-Enhanced Gent Currently Masquerading As Emmanuel Allen offers Dashing El Deano a snippy reply, and fisticuffs ensue until Dashing El Deano whips out The Knife That Can Kill Anything Except When It Usually Can't from, um, his goddamned ass, I guess? Whatever. Dean jams the thing into the demonically-enhanced gent's chest, and the demonically-enhanced gent sizzles and zots and yada, yada, blah until Dean pushes the guy's now rapidly-cooling corpse down Chez Allen's front steps, where it lands at the feet of a dozen or so of the Allens' friends and neighbors, because this entire exchange has taken place in the middle of a busy suburban street in the middle of the goddamn day, because Dumbass El Deano is a moron. Or maybe the gent's corpse just lands at the feet of My Sweet Baboo, the latter of whom is tonight making his triumphant return to the Supernatural screen. I'd squeal with delight at this point, I'm sure, were I not already aware of where this rotten episode ends up, so I'll just be noting that My Sweet Baboo lifts his mournful blue eyes up to Dean's to ask, "What was that?" before vanishing into this evening's first METAL TEETH CHOMP! And then I'll leave it at that.