...SucroCorp's tackily-appointed world headquarters, where last week's sniveling, snot-nosed teenager's just finishing up his utterly unnecessary second translation of The Metatron Stone, and: Fuck this shit. Again, some more. Richard Roman orders the release of Kevin Tran's mother, for whatever asinine reason, then sends Leviathan Edgar off on some as-yet-unspecified mission to meet some as-yet-unspecified "old friend."

Dead Rufus's Ridiculously Scenic Rustic Homestead. During the entirely unnecessary interval barely detailed above, Our Idiot Morons clearly filled Crowley in on various relevant facts, and while Crowley's "all for chopping Dick," as he puts it, he balks at providing a vial of his own blood. For now. He'll be more than happy to help the boys out after they've secured the weapon's other components, of course, but until those other components are all in place, they'll have to muddle through somehow without him. Oh, and by the way, have they managed to find an amenable angel? They have not, Our Idiot Morons obviously LIE, but Crowley in his infinite wisdom lets that one slide, and before he takes his momentary leave of them, he offers up the following tip: "I have it on good authority there's one Alpha still among us." "Whose authority?" Dumbass El Deano snaps. "Mine," Crowley blithely replies before revealing that the "wily" Vampire King "made good on his prison break" just as My Sweet Baboo fried the other beasties Crowley had been keeping in that abandoned insane asylum of his all those many episodes ago. "He moves around a bit," Crowley admits, speaking of course of The Vampire King, "but I have an inkling I know where to start the Easter egg hunt." "Happy trails!" Crowley twinkles, and with that, he vanishes from their sight. "Where, jackass?" Dean shouts at the empty space Crowley'd just been occupying. By way of response, the invisible demon sets the kitchen table on fire. Sweet. And when the flames finally die down, Our Idiot Morons can see they've scorched the words "HOOPLE NORTH DAKOTA" into the wood. "A piece of paper would have worked," Dean grumps, vigorously rolling his eyes around in his head until we leap forward to...