(I've Got You) Under My Skin

The whole thing wrapped up pretty damn well. The poltergeist was dead; Gary was back in his gluten-free-apple-pie life; the Impala was parked outside a motel; and, overall, they hadn't sustained any major injuries. Then the only thing to deal with was chick-flick-moment chicken (practically rigged against Dean, if he were honest). Oh, well, you can't win them all.