He returns to the auction just as bidding starts for Thor's hammer. Vili leaps from his seat with his offer: "The finger bone of the frost giant Ymir!" Plutus isn't interested. Vili digs around in his tote and comes up with a bloody paper bag filled with virgin pieces. (Perhaps this is what became of Miss Nosy.) That sweetens the pot just enough for Plutus. "Sold," Beau says. Dean leans over to Sam: "Plan C tanked." Crowley: "Perhaps you should try Plan D for (consults Moleskine) dumbass." The Word of God goes up next. Samandriel and Crowley get into a bidding war. Crowley offers billions of dollars. Samandriel offers the Mona Lisa. Crowley counters with the "real" Mona Lisa, which shows her naked. Samandriel bids Vatican City. Crowley offers Alaska, but it has too many Palins for Beau's liking. He then offers the moon - the literal, actual moon - which belongs to Hell. When the Winchesters react with shock, Crowley says simply, "You think a man named Buzz gets to go to the moon without making a deal?" Heh. Alas, not even the moon tempts Plutus, who sits around looking bored while he reads a newspaper. Beau decides to throw in an extra little incentive to whip everyone up into a bidding frenzy. To Mama Tran's dismay, this means including the Lord's Littlest Prophet in the auction.

Kevin vanishes from his seat and reappears chained to the podium next to Plutus. Mama Tran offers to fork over everything she owns, but Plutus has no use for her house and 401(k). Desperate, she bids her soul. Plutus is intrigued. Crowley tries to counter with a million souls, but Plutus says it's not about the quantity. "This little lady's soul is the most valuable thing she has - it's everything," Plutus says. "Are you willing to offer everything, Mr. Crowley?" The discordant background music crescendos. With his most dramatic flair, Crowley offers up his own soul. Plutus laughs because Crowley doesn't have one of those. He turns to Mama Tran: "Congrats, sweetheart." She cries with relief, but it's a bittersweet victory.

After the auction, she waits with Sam and Dean. They try to let her know what she's in for, living without a soul. Sam, after all, knows from experience. She's utterly terrified, but terribly brave. When Beau comes for her, she asks to have a moment to herself. "Dean, this sucks," Sam says as he and his brother leave the room. Dean is more pragmatic: "You kidding me? We're about to close the Gates of Hell forever. If you ask me, we got off cheap." Oh, Dean. Dean, Dean, Dean. Mama Tran gathers up her courage as best she can and goes to meet her fate. Samandriel approaches her and introduces himself as Alfie the angel. Even on her way to the spiritual gallows, she finds some amusement in his Wiener Hut outfit. "What you did in here was amazing," Samandriel says, his tone that of a reverent fanboy. He promises her that he and his angel friends will protect Kevin, but Mama Tran remembers the last time angels were supposed to watch over Kevin. She opts to leave her baby boy in the care of the Winchesters, a decision which Samandriel accepts without bruised ego.