This week, Our Intrepid Heroes hit dreary Erie after a series of unwitting organ donors start popping up at area hospitals with their intestines spilling out onto the floors. Seems an immortal Frankendoctor's taken up residence in a remote hunting cabin on the outskirts of the mistake by the lake, and as part of his longstanding beauty regimen, he's been abducting local residents to slice out (and off, actually) various replacement parts for his own body. Heroic Action Sammy manages to track the monster down and rescue one of Frankendoc's victims, only to get his damn fool enormous self abducted almost immediately afterwards, and after a tremendously unnerving sequence involving a sterilized melon baller and The Super-Special Puppy-Dog Eyes, Dashing El Deano finally barges in on the festivities to save the day. Strangely enough, though, instead of ridding the world of Frankendoc by immolating the creep, Our Dear Boys choose instead to bury the freak in the middle of the woods, alive forever in a refrigerator, and I swear to God this has to be the fourth time I've seen that particular plot device on television this season.

No matter, though, because none of the above is really all that important, apparently. Nope, the evening's big reveal comes crashing down around the audience's collective ears in the last three minutes of the hour, during which we learned that Posh Bela has sold her own soul -- to Lilith, who in fact holds the contracts on everyone who made similar deals, including Dean -- in exchange for her parents' murder. (Her very own Daddy Dearest was both rolling in dough and diddling his darling daughter on the side.) All those unique items she procured for a select clientele, up to and including The Fucking Colt? Simply her way of attempting to arm herself against the inevitable. The end of the episode finds her defenseless and alone in Sam and Dean's long-abandoned motel room at midnight on the day her contract's come due. That infernal baying noise you heard around 10 PM Eastern? One part rabid hellhound and 2.5 million parts rabid Supernatural fans, the latter howling with glee over the bitchy aggravation's long-overdue demise. Hooray!