The Road To Nevada. My Sweet Baboo's been mulling Sam's abysmally stupid plan to end The Apocalypse and, because Our Intrepid Heroes "have a habit of exceeding" Castiel's "expectations," My Dumbass Baboo decides it just might work, despite the fact that Michael, as expected, has turned Adam Milligan into an angel condom, so failure on Sam's part now is certain to result in the deaths of billions. Also: CRACK! For yes, gentle reader, Darling Sammy must go all Cracky The Crackheaded Crack-Crack on our collective behind again if he hopes to wrest control of his body from Lucifer after the possession has taken place. You see, the demon blood "strengthens The Vessel" and "keeps it from exploding." "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Now, Raoul, has your excitement been triggered by the promise of the return of The Ginormovamp, or by the threat of Darling Sammy exploding should he not hydrate properly before next week's no-doubt thrilling installment? "Either delightful option is absolutely fine with me, I'm sure!" Good to know. Next!
Niveus Pharmaceuticals' Distribution Center. The three watch as pharmaceutical flunkies load a bunch of cunningly repurposed Penske cargo vans with the tainted Mexican Influenza vaccine, and OH MY GOD, SAM, CUT YOUR GODDAMNED HAIR ALREADY! And those sideburns? Jesus! You're starting to look like that sylph-like wisp of a hooker who took down George Rekers. ANY-way, Bobby announces that the first truck's not due to leave for another hour, so they've got plenty of time to rig the place with plastique. "That truck is leaving," Castiel astutely observes, pointing to a box van that is, indeed, pulling away from the warehouse. "Balls!" Bobby shouts before thinking fast and announcing, "Okay! New plan." Heh.