"The road that brought me here." By now, we've returned to Ellsworth's Emporium, where Dean respectfully summons his feathery boyfriend down for a chat. Castiel flutters in immediately, and he steps towards the center of the room. The instant the angel hits the appropriate spot on the floor, Bobby fires up a match and lights the circle of holy oil he and the boys had earlier laid down as a trap. And as the flames rise high around him, My Busted Baboo whirls around in a panic until he vanishes into this evening's next METAL TEETH CHOMP!
Ellsworth's Emporium. Immediate aftermath. "What are you doing?" Castiel yelps. "We gotta talk," Dean replies, slowly rising from his chair to stare his faithless boyfriend in the eye, "about Superman and Kryptonite." "How'd you know what I said?" Bobby scowls. "How long you been watching us?" Sam snaps. Castiel waffles, Dean persists, and My Sweet Baboo eventually caves and confesses to everything. It's incredibly dull. I can't even get worked up over Sam and Dean's blatant and incredibly obnoxious hypocrisy. They spend several minutes berating Castiel for doing something they themselves were doing less than five months ago, and all I can think is, "Meh." "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" And also that. Well, okay, this one bit does somehow manage to get a rise out of me: Dean, advancing upon Castiel, seethes," When crap like this comes around, we deal with it like we always have! What we don't do is we don't go out and make another deal with the devil!" Yeah. Except for ALL THE TIMES WHEN THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU DO, DICKSMACK. Shut up, Dean. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" You too, Raoul.
Just then, a roiling cloud of bitterly black demonic foulness bursts through the forest surrounding Ellsworth's Emporium, and hundreds of tendrilly demonic swirls erupt from the main bulk of the thing to descend upon the Emporium itself, blotting out the sky. Meanwhile, inside the cabin, Castiel shouts, "I can't turn back now!" "It's not too late!" Dean vehemently insists, adding, "Dammit, we can fix this!" "It's not broken!" Castiel howls and it is all Very Dramatic Indeed, and then the tendrilly swirls arrive to attack the windows. "You have to run now!" Castiel bellows. "Run!" The boys plus Bobby duck out the front door, with Dean pausing at the very last instant to gift Castiel with a long, lingering Look Fraught With Significance, and we get a very nice shot of My Sweet Baboo standing, all prettily lit, in the center of the flames before it all gets swallowed up by what I hope is this evening's final METAL TEETH CHOMP!