Vampire Study. The vampire underlings hurl Our Idiot Morons into the room -- which contains little more than a few dozen blood bags -- then lock the doors.

Vampire Dining Room. A vampire underling places a bottle of champagne in an overflowing ice bucket atop the table right in front of The Vampire King while other vampire underlings escort Leviathan Edgar in from the monastery's front hall. "I would have whipped you up a meal," The Vampire King smiles as he stands to greet his guest. "I'm dying to know why you're here," he adds, gesturing for Leviathan Edgar to sit. "I think you know," Leviathan Edgar cryptically replies. "And how is that?" The Vampire King inquires, rising to the bait. "I smell Sam and Dean Winchester," Leviathan Edgar lightly notes with just the tiniest hints of menace entering his tone. The Vampire King's smile tightens, and we enter this evening's next CHOMP!-less commercial break wondering if these two are gonna try talking each other to death as well, for Christ's sake.

Vampire Study. Our Idiot Morons flail about uselessly for a couple of minutes until Dumbass El Deano finds a stray needle still attached to one of the room's many, many blood bags. "You think you can pick a lock with this?" I'm pretty sure he asks of Dimwit Sammy. Dimwit Sammy's all, "Um, duuuuuh!" before whining, "But we gave up all our vamptonite!" "Did we?" Dumbass El Deano eyebrows, hiking up the leg of his jeans to pull a syringe full of tainted blood from his boot, and I suppose it makes sense that The Vampire King's underlings are as lazy and stupid as everybody else is this evening, right? RIGHT?

Vampire Dining Room. "Do you want the boys?" The Vampire King asks of Leviathan Edgar. "You're welcome to them," he graciously allows. "How kind of you," Leviathan Edgar politely replies. "You do know why they're here?" The Vampire King then decides, rather slyly, to prompt, going on to note, "They insist that you're exterminating us, and I thought -- well, that's impossible. It must be a mistake?" "Of course," Leviathan Edgar LIES. The Vampire King looks like he smells some severe bullshit there in the vampire dining room, but before we can get any further with this, we cut back out to...