In any event, Current Castiel's Voiceover reminds us that their victory came at a horrible cost, and by the time he's finished that thought, we've leapt forward a bit in time to watch -- again, some more -- as Flashback Zombie Sam stands beneath that ominously flickering streetlamp outside Flashback Bendy Lisa's, and we finally get a new piece of information: "Once again, I went to harrow Hell," Current Castiel's Voiceover reveals, "to free Sam from Lucifer's cage." "It was nearly impossible," the Voiceover continues as the camera spins around Flashback Zombie Sam's body, "but I was so full of confidence -- of mission." By now, the spinny camera's landed on My Flashback Baboo who, apparently, was at Flashback Zombie Sam's side the entire time during that scene, albeit cloaked somehow from Flashback Zombie Sam's vision. "I see now that was arrogance," Current Castiel's Voiceover confesses, "because of course I hadn't truly raised Sam -- not all of him."
Here, we scuttle forward a bit further in time to watch as Super-Awesome Soulless Sammy knocks the snot out of a hapless Rhode Island deputy sheriff, stands idly by while Dean gets vamped, and readies a dagger to eviscerate Bobby. Soulless Sammy kicked ass.
"Sometimes, we're lucky enough to be given a warning," Current Castiel's Voiceover observes as we scoot back again to the last scene of last season's finale. Flashback Zombie Sam glares in the general direction of Flashback Bendy Lisa's for a while until he finally spins around and stalks off into the night, and as My Flashback Baboo watches him go, Current Castiel's Voiceover sighs, "This should have been mine."
With that, we're back in Crowley's makeshift operating theater. The demon yanks that needle out of Dead Mommy's brain, just because, and he urges My Sweet Baboo to "just kill the Winchesters." Castiel, of course, refuses to do so, and they start bickering with each other again until Castiel finally exasperates, "Don't worry about them!" "'Don't worry about them'?" Crowley repeats, incredulously. "What, like Lucifer didn't worry? Or Michael? Or Lilith, or Alastair, or Azazel didn't worry?" By now, Crowley's practically howling with rage, and he wonders, both loudly and rhetorically, "Am I the only game piece on the board who doesn't underestimate those denim-wrapped nightmares?!" "Just find Purgatory," Castiel seethes by way of reply. "If you don't," he warns, "we will both die again and again until the end of time." Whatever the hell that's supposed to mean.