So, Devious El Deano knocks out the scruffy-looking rent-a-cop with one simple uppercut to the jaw and, after lugging the hapless minimum-wage wage-slave into an inconspicuous corner, he lets Sam into the office, and the two settle down to stare at the footage streaming in from the dozen or so security cameras planted in various points around the facility. And in the interest of brevity, I'll not be bothering to wonder why the hapless minimum-wage wage-slave remains unconscious throughout the time-lapse montage of dull video surveillance that follows, and will instead skip ahead to the point where Pestilence finally makes his appearance on the monitors. Cleverly enough, while the image remains stable where it's transmitting his clothing, it dissolves into a cloudy line of televisual snow wherever Pestilence's flesh is exposed, with minor otherworldly interference at his hands and a great big thick stripe of garbled data where his head should be. DUN! The boys follow his progress through the facility from one monitor to the next until The Horseman arrives at Doomed Celeste's bedside, and we get a repeat of the bad doctor chatting about his productive trip out west for a bit before hopping back over to Our Intrepid Heroes, who by now are slinking through the home's halls with various implements of demonic destruction at the ready. And as they tiptoe past an ailing patient's open door, the pretty, raven-haired attending nurse snaps her head to attention, her Hellish Spidey-sense all a-tingle. DUN! She darts her evilly twinkling eyes over towards the now-empty hallway, and a fiendish smile starts to spread across her face until she...

...slips into Dead Celeste's room with the exciting news that the Winchesters have arrived. Then, her eyes flip beetle black as she firmly cautions, "We should go." Pestilence, who'd been calmly wiping the split pea soup from his face and reading glasses, chuckles a bit at his underling's overly cautious manner before snorting, "Are you kidding me?" Nurse Wretched wavers, and hesitantly points out that the boys "have a track record with Horsemen." Pestilence crazies something about what Sam and Dean did to his "brothers," then announces, "The only reasonable thing to do here is to take it out of their healthy young asses." "Dirty!" Not like that, you filthy lizard. "Hee!" In any event, Nurse Wretched delicately reminds her boss, "We're under strict orders not to kill The Vessels!" "If Satan wants them so badly," Pestilence testily replies, "then he can GLUE THEM BACK TOGETHER!" Nurse Wretched's all, "Oooo-kay, freak!" only she's terribly non-verbal about the whole thing, but Pestilence senses her extreme discomfort with his entirely unhinged delivery of that last line, so he encourages her to draw close to him so he might gift her with a soothing, soup-spattered embrace. A soothing, soup-spattered embrace from which he apparently draws some sort of strength, for when Nurse Wretched collapses against him and closes her eyes, Pestilence twists his pale green ring around and...