Niveus Pharmaceuticals' Corporate Headquarters, which are apparently located deep within the vasty wastes of Nevada's Great Basin somewhere close to Crowley's rattrap, unless Crowley zapped the Impala from Nevada or Maine or wherever to Deerfield or Groton or someplace like that. From his hiding place out on the front drive, Dean peers through a pair of binoculars at the security guards manning the front desk and quickly guesses, "Demons!" "Human shields," Crowley corrects, adding, "The demons are up top, twelfth floor." Dean sighs and mutters something about finding a path through the back entrance, then, which makes Crowley sigh and mutter, "You Winchesters make everything so complicated!" right before Crowley...teleports himself from the car! "Aw, crap!" grumbles Dean, and he hoists the binoculars to peer into the heavily guarded lobby once more, where Crowley's just now...O.J.-ing the security guards' throats! "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Dean, far less appreciative than Raoul of those crimson spurts now leaping from the ragged holes in the security guards' necks, freaks and races towards the lobby entrance, where he finds the guards' rapidly cooling corpses swimming in puddles of their own blood. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" "You killed them?" Dean flusters. By way of response, Crowley -- God love him -- simply wipes the bits of neck flesh off his knife with a pocket square, delicately picks his way around the rapidly cooling corpses' blood puddles so as not to muss his shoes, and leads Deeply Disturbed El Deano over to the elevator bank. He shoves Dean into a waiting car and presses the button for the twelfth floor, then steps back with a bright smile on his face while perking, "Go get 'em, tiger!" "You're not coming?" Dean grunts. Crowley shrugs, "It's not safe up there -- there's demons!" Heh, and again: All in Sheppard's delivery, because God knows the line as written isn't all that funny. In any event, Crowley assures Dean that everything will be fine as long as Dean executes his part of the plan as previously discussed somewhere off screen, and he pushes Dean back into the elevator car, waving a cheerful goodbye as Dean disappears upwards.
Episode Report CardDemian: D | 1853 USERS: B-
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