Unfortunately for The Goddess, Secretly Evil Sammy's at long last sliced through his bonds, and he leaps to his remarkably healthy feet to smack her up. Unfortunately for Secretly Evil Sammy, he still -- still -- suh-huuuuuucks at the hand-to-hand, so it's left to Deeply Depressing El Deano to save the day. Again. Dean quickly slices through his own ropes with the switchblade tossed in his direction by Secretly Evil Sammy just before the current bout of fisticuffs began, and he snatches up a nearby meat hook, which he then drives through Veritas's back. "VIOLENCE!" Secretly Evil Sammy takes this opportunity to scramble for one of the dog-slathered hunting knives, which he then plunges through Veritas's heart. "VIOLENCE!" The Goddess gasps, clutching at her fatal wounds, and eventually flops to the floor to die in a pool of her own unnatural blood. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" And as Secretly Evil Sammy pants and heaves himself upright, Deeply Depressing El Deano steels himself and holds out a knife, ready to chop Secretly Evil Sammy's secretly evil head off. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Yeah, it's that, Raoul, but it's also a DUN! "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" And a METAL TEETH CHOMP!

Abattoir. Immediate aftermath. Dean advances upon Secretly Evil Sammy with that knife (which is actually a bone saw, I think) until an increasingly panicky Secretly Evil Sammy promises to tell Dean the truth, which is this: Secretly Evil Sammy came back from Hell without his soul. Oh, hang on! My bad. We don't find out that Secretly Evil Sammy's missing his soul until next week's episode. Well, actually, we don't find out that Secretly Evil Sammy's missing his soul until the promo for next week's episode, which should be airing about thirty seconds after Secretly Evil Sammy finishes this ridiculous and seemingly endless monologue he's delivering at the moment, which is all about how unfeeling he's been since he came back from Hell. Is it over yet? "It is!" Excellent. "Why?!" Because now Dean gets to beat Openly Evil Sammy like Openly Evil Sammy owes him money. "VIOLENCE! WANTON ACTS OF UNREPENTANT SASQUATCH-BEATING VIOLENCE AND GOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Yep, Deeply Depressing El Deano sacks up long enough to punch Openly Evil Sammy to the floor, whereupon he pounces and proceeds to smack the pretty clear off Openly Evil Sammy's face with an additional thirteen -- thirteen -- meaty, thwacking, blood-spattering wallops. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" And in the end, Drained Yet Still Deeply Depressing El Deano gazes bleakly at what his fist has wrought until we finally slip into this evening's last blackout. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!"