When we return, Castiel slowly powers down until the dungeon's details once more become discernable. Bobby and Dean are practically cowering with fear, and while Crowley and Raphael aren't quite as bad off, Castiel's display clearly left both of them rattled. And then Castiel speaks. "You can't imagine what it's like," he more or less taunts his temporarily mute audience. "They're all inside me -- millions upon millions of souls!" Crowley cracks wise for one last time with a flippant, "Sounds sexy!" before vanishing into the night. Raphael, now visibly desperate, whimpers, "You let the demon go, but not your own brother?" "The demon, I have plans for," Castiel smiles. "You, on the other hand?" With that, My Badass Baboo snaps his fingers, and Raphael explodes, head first, into a chunky spray of blood and body parts that paints the camera lens red. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" The Angel-Smiting Scimitar she'd been holding clatters harmlessly across the floor, and the dog's-blood sigil is now mostly obscured by a vibrant smear of bombed-out angel guts. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

And as Dean and Bobby openly gape in horror, Castiel mildly points out, "See? I saved you." Dean immediately shifts into Extreme Ass-Kissing Mode, all, "Yep, boss! You sure did, boss! Anything you say, boss! Thank you, boss!" while Bobby remains dumbstruck. Castiel allows a supremely prideful smile to spread across his face, and he notes that despite the fact that everyone doubted him, and despite the fact that all of his friends eventually turned against him, he was right all along. "You sure were, boss! We're sorry, boss! Thanks again, boss!" To be fair, Dean does suggest Castiel might want to rid himself of those millions of souls before the eclipse passes and Purgatory's portal seals itself back up, but Castiel sees no need for that, especially because Raphael had many followers, and Castiel feels it's his duty to "punish them all, severely." "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Oh, he's not going to do it now, you dizzy lizard. "Drat! [Slurp!]"