Well, that was boring. My Sweet Baboo invades Dean's dreamytime to present Our Intrepid Hero with hushed and urgent instructions to meet up in the real world as quickly as possible, because there's some secret something Castiel needs badly to impart, but he can't do it in Dean's head because God knows who's listening in there, so there's yet another reason Dean's life totally and completely sucks, but that's not important right now. No, what is important is that by the time Sam and Dean arrive at Castiel's requested real-world assignation, a swarm of the heavenly host have already yanked Castiel from his vessel, and Our Dear Boys are left trying to argue with some schmuck named Jimmy From Pontiac who, after a year of riding Castiel's comet -- if you know what I mean, and I think you do -- wants nothing more than to return to his wife and daughter in Illinois.

Of course, the problem with that is that all of Hell's many minions now know Jimmy From Pontiac's a Vessel Of The Lord, which means Lilith and Lucifer and all of the others want nothing more than to vivisect the poor guy and his entire family in order to figure out what, exactly, makes Vessels tick. To that end, several of Jimmy From Pontiac's friends and neighbors find themselves demonically enhanced, and there's much goateed menacing and slapping of children and such until everyone ends up at yet another abandoned warehouse, where the demon in charge of Jimmy From Pontiac's wife plugs Jimmy From Pontiac full of lead before ordering one of her underlings to off Jimmy From Pontiac's vaguely annoying daughter. And of course that's when the deus ex machina kicks in as Castiel returns to earth to possess the vaguely annoying daughter -- Vesseldom's genetic, apparently -- before smiting everything in sight.

That's not what was boring. (Well, for the most part.) Nope, the boring bits are staggered throughout the episode in the form of flashbacks to Jimmy From Pontiac's pre-Castiel existence, and as one would expect, he's your typical tedious bible-thumping downstater saddled with tragic hair and a dull wifely unit and that vaguely annoying daughter, and if The Kripkeeper thinks I give a flying angel's ass about all of that nonsense, The Kripkeeper's got another think coming. Yawn.

Meanwhile, in Ginormotron news, Darling Sammy spends most of the hour jonesing for some demon blood, but alas! Princess Embolism's nowhere to be found, and when Sam finally gives in to temptation by snacking on one of this evening's demonically enhanced before gutting her like a trout, Dashing El Deano finally decides enough is enough and motors his enormous idiot of an insane brother up to Bobby's Emporium deep within the lush coastal rainforests of central South Dakota, where Dean and the ever-awesome Bobby lock Sam in the panic room to detox whilst waiting for the season's final two episodes. That should work out well for everyone involved.