Our Irritated Heroes angrily disembark and advance upon Crowley with murder in their eyes, for they're still pissed off at him over that whole Fucking Colt thing that went down at Crowley's instigation over in Carthage, Missouri, just before Thanksgiving. Crowley insists -- perhaps honestly -- that he thought The Fucking Colt would actually kill Lucifer before he launches himself into an amusingly furious little rant regarding how much trouble he's been in with Lucifer's minions as of late, taking care to note with proper amounts of outrage that said minions "ate [his] tailor." Hee. It's all in Mark Sheppard's delivery, which is of course nearly flawless, but I suppose we should focus on what's actually relevant to the episode at hand. "Yes, please!" So, after calming himself a little bit, he informs the boys that if they want to track down Pestilence, he can help them. Are Sam and Dean interested? But of course. They're intrigued, even, so the three pile back into the Impala and drive off to...