I'm usually nine, too—I recently wrote a fic that contained an extended poo joke. Did I get mature all of a sudden last night? Was the alcohol forcing me to be over 21? WTF?

Maybe Castiel keeps his spare ties in his pockets with Dean's whoopee cushion? I wonder what else he has in there? Since it's Blatantly Rip Off Neil Gaiman Week, Cas' coat is becoming more and more like the Marquis de Carabas' in my mind. Cas, have you checked for God IN YOUR COAT?

FYI, I think I enjoyed your recap at least 14 times more than the episode itself. :)