Cut to a beautiful, tree-lined highway, along which the Impala is currently speeding to the strains of "We Gotta Get Out of This Place." As Dean polishes off a bag of potato chips, he notices a lone figure in the distance. It's someone in a long, dirty coat and dark, scruffy hair. "My little girl, you're so young and pretty," says the song just as Dean drives by this wandering loner. Is it a handsome hitchhiker? A strangely attractive hobo? Why no! It's Castiel! Dean does a double take and slams on the brakes. He reverses to where he saw his filthy trench-coat-wearing old friend, but there's no sign of him. Dean peers into the woods, even gets out of the car. But all he sees is a bear statue holding a sign for a local resort. Castiel, even at his most unshaven, could never be mistaken for a bear. Dean stands there, alone, looking terribly shaken. Cue the foreboding music of possibly impending insanity.
Dean returns to Rufus's old cabin, where Sam is hard at work with his laptop and beer. Sam notices his brother looks more troubled than usual. "You look like you've seen a... well, I was gonna say you look like you've seen a ghost, but you'd probably be stoked." Sam, in a pleasant change from last week, seems genuinely concerned. Dean shakes himself off and assures his brother he's okay. They get around to the matter of their latest case. Sam tells Dean about the kid who went missing from his preschool: "And at the same time he vanished, a surprise tornado hit, lasted maybe 20 seconds and then, shazam! Back to perfect weather." Dean scoffs, "And they pooh-pooh climate change." Hee. Sometimes Dean talks like somebody's retired old grandpa. Sam also tells him about other disappearances that have occurred with other weather weirdness. For example, one guy in Tulsa went missing and a river filled up with frogs. It sucks for the guy, but maybe it's good news for dwindling frog populations. Silver linings, right? "So, you thinking demons?" Dean asks. "Yeah, possibly," Sam says, but also points out that there doesn't seem to be any connection between the missing people. "So are we on this?" Dean asks. "Yeah," Sam says. There's no argument. Nobody makes a pissy face or whines about not wanting to hunt anymore. Nobody makes passive-aggressive comments of any kind. The guys just see something weird and get to work. It's kind of surreal.