It hurt to write it and I resisted for a long time. But that's what the muse wanted to get out of its system.

I feel certain that whatever Sam has planned will work even if he's 500 miles away from Dean at the time.

Can you just see it? Dean's driving away, convinced he's doing the right thing; Sam conducts his ritual right there in the motel room, and BAM! There's a slice of pie on the passenger seat of the Pontiac.

Heh. Right. I'm all for the crack.