Gender Dysphoric Castiel quickly sears the demons out of two of his/her/its adversaries -- saving Dean's pretty, pretty face from a beating in the process, by the way -- but s/he/it's a little too late to assist Crazy Sammy, who's managed to pin down his own henchdemon while retrieving The Knife That Can Kill Anything Except When It Usually Can't, and because Crazy Sammy's Blood Addictions Are In-SANE!, rather than offing the thing instantly with The Knife, Crazy Sammy first scrapes at the henchdemon's carotid with the apparently sharpened hilt, or whatever, and...sucks down the resulting gout of demonic arterial spray right there in front of everybody! "That makes no sense!" You're telling this to me, Raoul? "Well, I am sorry, I'm sure! But wouldn't the teensiest scrape with any part of that silly little weapon have killed the demon person inside that waitress dead?!" One would think so, my scaly friend, but we're so close to the end of this hateful episode that I'd rather ignore that fact, if that's okay with you. "Okay!" And have you anything to add? "Of course! [A-him!] GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" For yes, gentle reader, when Crazy Sammy rises from the henchdemon's neck, he's got blood smeared all over his teeth and chin like he's an unusually tall extra in the Sarah Polley remake of Dawn Of The Dead, and with his wicked mojo thus crazily recharged, he unleashes a Mighty Hand Of Discontent that actually works this time around, efficiently and safely depossessing dreary Mrs. Jimmy of the monster who made her so entertaining to watch, if only for a few brief minutes. Sigh.