Wait a minute. Did they just break up? "I think they did!" Oh, awesome. How long do you think I should wait before I ask Castiel out on a date? "Demian, darling! You should know better!" What do you mean? "You silly little man! Do you really want to be that feathery fellow's rebound relationship?!" Good point. "As well it should be! After all, my mother raised me right!" I'll ignore that implied slur against my own parents -- not a week before Mother's Day, no less -- in favor of finishing this cursed recap, okay? "Okay!" Rrrrgh.
So, denouement. And as it's simply a set-up for next week's episode -- and boy howdy, doesn't that look like crap -- here are the basic facts: Dean lures his obviously addicted brother up to Bobby's Emporium in the lush coastal rainforests of central South Dakota, and once they arrive, Dean and Bobby conspire to lure Crazy Sammy into Bobby's Awesome Panic Room Of Awesomeness, where they imprison the fifteen-foot idiot so the latter can detox from Princess Embolism's artery booze. Did I miss anything? "You did not!" Excellent. Care to take over on the promo while I whip us up a couple of tasty flagons filled with copious and healing amounts of alcohol? "I do not!" Shit.
Next week: Oh, hell. Just tune in to see what happens, because at this point, I really couldn't give a flying rat's ass whether any of these idiots live or die. "See?! That wasn't so bad!" Yes it was, Raoul. Yes it was.
Demian wants you to stick your entire arm into a pot of boiling water. Go ahead! It won't hurt! He promises! Raoul's grown impatient with all of this nonsense, and kindly and respectfully suggests you indulge in a flagon or three of your own to rid yourselves of the wretched memory of this horrendous episode. He's buying! You may reach the former at email@example.com. The latter is an imaginary gay dragon on the Internet.