Sam and Dean stood by the pyre on which the zombies that had invaded Sioux Falls burned. A separate pyre with Bobby's wife on it burned elsewhere.
"Think we got them all?" Sam asked as he watched the corpses burn, contemplating Bobby's wife's message, since there was definitely something very hinky up with that, and the question of exactly who it had been who'd summoned Death back in Carthage while he'd been busy playing World of Warcraft had yet to be answered.
"If we didn't, I can't find them." Dean said, watching the bodies burn from the other side of the pyre, the look in his eyes indecipherable.
Sam snapped his fingers, and miles away a couple of corpses that had been hiding until it was time to make a break for it dropped to the ground lifeless where they'd be found weeks later by the stench of their rotting bodies.
"So, what do you think Bobby's wife was talking about?" Dean asked.
"I honestly don't know. I mean, there's been no signs that Lucifer's on the loose, and all of the sudden Death's claiming that he wants me to say "Yes" to him?" he replied, wondering if Bobby's wife's cryptic message was the reason behind his brother's strange mood, or if it's something else like him getting cold feet about the whole not going through with the Apocalypse thing despite the fact that they're walking across and living on a planet full of poor slobs who don't deserve to have their home destroyed.
Deciding not to think on it further, Sam joined Dean on his side of the pyre as they watched the bodies burn, and the next day they ended up hitting the road where they ended up getting a distraction in the form of constant pursuit by a pair of idiots named Roy and Walt who mysteriously ended up back on their trail the next day despite the fact that the two of them kept getting killed in increasingly bizarre manners every time they met. The brothers were beginning to feel sorry for the two idiots, especially after what had happened with Walt and that blender.
"Death by pool table, ten points to me." Dean muttered under his breath as Roy's shotgun went flying out of his hands and the man's head mysteriously ended up in the right corner pocket instead of the eight ball that should've gone in there, and would've if Roy hadn't distracted Dean by firing a shotgun less than a foot away from his ear.
"What was that Dean?" Sam asked from the table the two boys claimed before Dean had decided to net some extra income playing pool.
"Nothing." Dean said as a number of horrified bar patrons watched Walt slip in the beer that Roy had accidentally spilled before he'd gotten his head crushed in the corner pocket, and slide into a steak knife that had been resting on a nearby table which embedded itself in his stomach, flail his way into the bathroom, and somehow manage to drown in a clogged urinal.
"And fifteen for me." Sam muttered under his breath as he casually made his way to the bar to get some drinks for him and his brother.
The other hunters in the bar decided that discretion was the better part of valor and got the hell out of Dodge in a swarm of skidding automobiles and squealing tires that collectively sailed down the road at three times the legal speed-limit, leaving Sam, Dean, the bartender, a catatonic waitress, and several blood spattered patrons behind.
"How the hell am I going to explain this to the police?" the bartender asked rhetorically as he pulled out a beer glass, filled it with top-shelf whiskey and drank it down.
After avoiding the resurrected Roy and Walt for the third time that week following the corner pocket and urinal drowning incident, Sam and Dean found the road blocked in Blue Earth, Minnesota. They soon discovered that the reason for the roadblock was a bunch of idiot demons who took one look at the both of them and ran down the road screaming, where they ran into a truck where a bunch of people swore in Enochian as they hosed the frightened creatures down with Holy Water, causing the demons to decide that the place to be sure as hell wasn't here.
"My Enochian's a little rusty, but were they talking about sucking off goats?" Sam asked.
"They might've been." Dean admitted as the leader of the group came up to the two of them and invited them to return to their shelter.
"Why?" Sam asked.
"Not a clue..." Dean replied as he and Sam followed the group to a church where some girl named Leah who was claiming to be a prophet was calling the shots.
"Sorry to inform you guys, but that's not a prophet." Dean said as the girl spoke to the congregation that was gathered around, sharing the contents of a "Vision" she'd had which stated that drinking, gambling, sex, and a number of other things were now off-limits if the people there wanted to be around to inherit the Earth when the Apocalypse has been and done gone.
"How do you know?" one of the congregation piped up as the girl glared venomously at Dean.
"She's not on the list." Dean said.
"What list?" another angry congregant in what looked like it could rapidly turn into a mob asked.
"The list of Prophets. There's a Chuck Shurley, a Kevin Tran, and a few others, no Leah Gideon." Dean said.
"Where'd you get that list?" Sam and the Pastor Gideon asked at the same time.
"You know, Castiel's heavenly list of prophets..." Dean said as he looked at the sky, almost as if he were praying.
"Whaddaya wan' Dean?" a weaving Castiel who looked like he'd been rolled in an alley and smelled like a distillery asked when he appeared a few seconds later.
"Is Leah Gideon on the list of prophets?" Dean asked very pointedly.
"As you full well know, she's not." Castiel grumbled sourly. "Now, will you let me get back to what I was doing?"
"And, what was that?" Dean asked, looking at Castiel sternly.
"Drinking a liquor store!" Castiel replied.
"Just so long as you don't drink alone." Sam sighed.
"Gabriel and that little cupid whasshisface are helping me." Castiel said before he vanished.
"Well," Dean said when Castiel had gone. "You heard the angel, Leah's not a prophet, so don't listen to her."
"That's an angel?!" one of the gathered congregants exclaimed.
"Yeah, that was an angel." Dean replied, almost sounding as if he regretted the fact. "Normally he's all cute and cuddly and dense, but we let him hang out with Gabriel and..."