Meanwhile, back on the street, while the minivan accident wasn't that bad, Dean's still seeing stars. Like, literal stars -- the Canadian-accented soccer mom's sporting a pair of dangly, silver, star-patterned earrings, and they happen to be the first thing Dean's luxuriously lashed doe eyes focus upon once they've fluttered open. Hee. He then proceeds to scratch absently on the pink flower band-aids on his face, because the Canadian-accented soccer mom's daughter's "going through a doctor phase," and has liberally applied the pink flower band-aids to Dean's remarkably unharmed face. She actually managed to affix one to his hair. Ha! Dean groans himself to his feet, and of course finds the Impala's back window shattered, so he has little choice but to cover the hole with plastic tarp that starts flapping like the wings of a crow when he slides behind the wheel and motors off towards points yet to be revealed to the audience. Meanwhile, overhead, an actual crow caws. Nice!
The Tragic Bachelor Pad Of Lousy Yet Remarkably Accurate Writing. Bugs Bunny arrives home with a fresh supply of healing booze, only to find a most thoroughly annoyed Dean awaiting his arrival from the depths of Chuck's Barcalounger. "Dean!" Bugs starts, even though he knew Dean would be there. "You look terrible." Dean takes a very long moment to gather what little patience he has remaining before deadpanning, "It's 'cause I just got hit by a minivan, Chuck!" Hee. "Oh!" Chuck apologetically exclaims, clutching his fresh supply of healing booze a little more tightly to his chest. HA! This is quite seriously one of the best episodes they've ever aired, and I have reached the point in the evening's proceedings where I will brook no dissent. "I couldn't agree more!" Uh, Raoul? "Yes?!" Have another sip of your flagon because you're starting to freak me...uh, I mean, you wouldn't want so cool and soothing a beverage to get all icky and warm before you finish it, now would you? "Absolutely not, and I thank you most sincerely! [Slurp!]" Yeesh. In any event, Dean's beyond pissed, and he rises slowly from the Barcalounger to take a few, small steps towards Bugs, each step filled with simmering menace, before lunging forward and tossing Chuck up against the wall while shouting, "How the hell are you doing this?" And then? An already awesome episode gets even more so when My Sweet Baboo pops up out of nowhere to command, "Let him go!" Dean spins around, ready to pounce upon the new arrival in sheer frustration, but Castiel's quietly forceful demeanor stops him dead in his tracks. "This man is to be protected," Castiel insists. "Why?" Dean bites. "He is a prophet of the Lord," Castiel announces, and I am not ashamed to admit I got chills up and down my damn fool back when he said that. Kick ass. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Okay, now I'm officially scared. Ignoring me and my quite reasonable fears at the moment, Dean allows his jaw to drop slightly as that particular revelation sinks in, and the camera lingers on his pretty, pretty face for several glorious seconds before all three gentlemen disappear into the METAL TEETH CHOMP!