Flash back to this evening's previous basement scene. "What's that?" Miss Sassy dismissively pffts. "You don't recognize them?" Bobby eyebrows. "They're yours." This time around, the camera dives down from Bobby's face to the burlap sack, which is packed with Miss Sassy's earthly remains. Bobby again torches the washtub -- "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" -- and Miss Sassy goes up in a pillar of fire, howling and wailing until her throat turns to ash, and when it's all over, Miss Sassy's blackened Vessel crumbles apart into a cloud of dust. Kick ass.

Back in the present, Bobby proposes the obvious trade: Crowley's bones for his soul. Knowing he's been beaten, Crowley peeves, "Bollocks!" and gestures to erase that series of symbols and ancient lettering from Bobby's skin. "You can go ahead and leave in the part about my legs," Bobby growls, so Crowley lets one bit of lettering subside back into Bobby's forearm, and with that, he's off to "Scotland" to pick up his bones. Dean, of course, threatens to burn them anyway, but Sam rather sniffily insists that a deal's a deal. "I don't need you to fight my battles for me, Moose!" Crowley snaps. "Get bent!" Heh. God love him. Crowley stoops to stuff his bones into a black valise, rises to bid them farewell, and disappears in an instant, leaving Our Intrepid Heroes alone in the plundered graveyard to gaze out at the "majestic" "scenery" until the "nearby" "ruins" get swallowed up by this evening's final CHOMP!-less commercial break.