SPLAT! "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" shrieks Raoul, writhing about once again upon his overstuffed armchair with delight over the fifth season's endlessly compelling blood-burst of a title card, and it would be remiss of me not to ask if you have anything insightful to add at this juncture, my impressively fanged companion. "I do not!" Then, shall I continue? "You shall!" Excellent. By the way, it's good to have you back after last week's unpleasantness, friend of friends. "My pleasure, I'm sure! Now, do be a dear and hurry this along! We've positively spectacular amounts of VIOLENCE and GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE to attend to!" As you wish, Raoul. As you wish.
The scene picks up immediately from where it left off, with Anna stressing, "We have no choice!" before reminding us all that Darling Sammy just happens to be the super-specialest of Lucifer's super-specially designated Vessels, and arguing that "if Lucifer can't take Sam, his whole plan short-circuits." "No fight with Michael," she basically ticks off on her fingers, "no Croatoan virus, [and] The Horsemen go back to their day jobs." Castiel counters that, even if Anna does manage to kill Sam, Lucifer would simply resurrect him. "Not after I scatter his cells across the universe," Anna quickly retorts. "They'll never find him," she asserts before shrugging and amending that assertion with a slightly smirking, "Well, not all of him." HA! I've a feeling I shouldn't be giggling at that, but the mental image of Satan and his many, many minions trying to pick tiny little Sam Bits out of the interstellar dust cloud for the next several eternities amuses me to no end. Also: Daaaaamn, but that's pretty hard-core and awesome of Anna. Who knew she had it in her? Certainly not My Sweet Baboo, whose expression betrays his surprise at how cunning her solution to their current troubles actually is, even as he turns away from her to conceal it. "We'll find another way," he mumbles vaguely, but she refuses to let it go. "How's that going?" she snits. "How's The [Fucking] Colt [That Can Kill Anything Except When It Usually Can't] working out?" Well, Anna, about as well as one would expect, given its name, but I suspect your question's rhetorical. "Or the search for God?" she continues viciously, ignoring me completely in favor of all but spitting her words at Castiel's rumpled back. "Is anything working?" Well, no, it's not, but My Sweet Baboo will be damned before he admits that to you, honey. "If you want to stop The Devil," she finishes forcefully, "this is how!" "The answer's still no," Castiel at long last breathes, having finally regained his voice, "because Sam is my friend." I think Dean's gonna be jealous when he hears about that, but that's still in the future, so let's focus on the now, especially the part where My Sweet Baboo turns back to face her with the following vow: "You come near Sam Winchester, and I'll kill you." "VIOLENCE!" shrieks Raoul in anticipatory glee. "WANTON ACTS OF UNREPENTANT ANGEL-UPON-ANGEL VIOLENCE AND GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Unfortunately for Raoul's well developed sense of bloodlust, Anna chooses this moment to flutter away. "Rats!" Castiel, thus left alone, sighs and slowly lifts his head to the sky.