Happy now? "I am most certainly indeed!" So, may I continue? "By all means!" Excellent.
Now, where the hell was I? Oh, yeah: Back at this week's motel room, that Jimmy person Sam and Dean found at the ruined warehouse is currently just finishing up chowing down on what appears to have been the entire contents of a very small Arby's. Dean, stunned by Jimmy's obviously far-superior snacking skills, mutters something about getting angina just by watching the guy until Sam finally thinks to ask, "When's the last time you ate?" "Months?" Jimmy guesses, for as we presently learn, he remembers no more than "bits and pieces" of his time with Castiel, and therefore has no real way of pinning down when, precisely, he last enjoyed a heaping serving of animal-style fries. More to the general point of the episode, however, Jimmy also has no real way of pinning down what, precisely, happened back at that damn warehouse. "An angel inside you?" he attempts to explain between mouthfuls of delicious-looking meat and grease. "It's kind of like being chained to a comet." "That sounds naughty!" Raoul shriekily opines, and you know I agree with you, friend of friends, so might I keep this moving? "You might!" Good. So anyway, not only does this Jimmy person not know what happened back at that damn warehouse, he naturally has no clue what Castiel wanted so badly to tell them, so Our Intrepid Heroes roll their eyes around in frustration and whatnot for a bit before Dean demands, "What do you know?" Jimmy chews and chews and chews and swallows, then glances at Dean, then glances at Sam, and finally drops his gaze into a...
...FLASHBACK! "My name is Jimmy Novak," he narrates as the screen flares white, "I'm from Pontiac, Illinois, and I have a family." By the time he's finished his present-day statement, the screen's settled down for a vignette of domestic bliss set, as the little card at the bottom of the screen would have us believe, "One Year Ago," and long story short, Jimmy Novak -- as I more-or-less noted in the recaplet -- is your typical tedious bible-thumping downstater saddled with absolutely tragic hair and an even worse fashion sense that sees him accessorizing with a dull wifely unit named Amelia and a vaguely annoying adolescent daughter named Claire, and that's all anyone really needs to know about that, because seriously, people: BORING! "Those...things arrived on the screen mere seconds ago!" Raoul agrees. "And already I'm feeling sleepy! ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" And now we've lost Raoul. Thanks for nothing, show!