Let It Bleed

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Demian: C | 4 USERS: B+
The Hardy Boys Tell Lies, and I Got Proof

Out on the street, Bobby rings up Sam, who's still lurching through The Emporium's automotive wrecks deep within the lush coastal rainforests of southeastern South Dakota. We've apparently leapt forward a bit in time, for Bobby's already had a chance to investigate Lovecraft's March 10th guest list, and he's learned that everyone invited to Lovecraft's final "hoedown" ended up dead or missing within a year of the soiree. There remains, however, one apparent eyewitness: The maid's son, who was nine years old at the time, and who is now a permanent guest in one of Rhode Island's finer insane asylums. "You got a lead on Lisa and Ben?" Bobby's polite enough to wonder. "We're making a few inquiries," Sam evasively replies, and with that, we hop inside... of The Emporium's sheds, where we find Delirious El Deano jamming The Knife That Can Kill Anything Except When It Usually Can't into a demonically enhanced gentleman's chest. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" And once the screaming is done, Delirious El Deano slings the fresh corpse into his rapidly growing corpse pile over in the corner before strapping his next victim into a chair that's been balanced atop a hastily spray-painted Devil's Trap. "Oh, my!" marvels Raoul, shriekily of course. "A corpse pile?! And it's so artfully lit!" It is indeed, my scaly friend. "Why, that charming little bandy-legged boy's decorating skills have just grown by leaps and bounds since first we met him, haven't they?!" You can say that, Raoul. "I just did! Hee! [Slurp!]"

Okay. Yeah, where was I, again? Oh, yes: Delirious El Deano straps a bald-headed bruiser into his Interrogatin' Chair before stepping off to bolster himself with a shot of whiskey. "Atta girl! [Slurp!]" Sam enters, and there's a hushed conversation between the two wherein Sam volunteers to tag in, thereby giving the clearly overextended Dean a bit of a breather, but Dreary El Deano gets all damp-eyed and maudlin about Bendy Lisa and The Brat, so Darling Sammy quite naturally flees.

Once more lurching through The Emporium's automotive wrecks, Darling Sammy lifts his eyes Heavenward and prays for Dean's feathery ex-boyfriend to flutter his ass down there, pronto. Castiel does not reply. Or does he? Yep, after a very long beat, the camera angle reverses to reveal Castiel standing -- silently and invisibly, of course -- right in front of Darling Sammy, and with a terribly sad look on his face, too. After My Sweet Baboo watches Darling Sammy trudge off into the distance, he flutters over to...

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