"Hello?" Sam answers. "Is Bobby Singer there?" a girl's voice can be heard to ask. "No," Sam replies, "but I'm a friend of his." "My dad asked me to call Bobby Singer specifically," the as-yet-unseen girl complains. "He's not here," Sam evasively responds, "but if you need..." Click! Well, it's actually a click followed immediately by a dial tone because even Supernatural's sound effects guys have stopped caring at this point, and as Dean picks up a full El Sol of his own from the kitchen table, the boys chat about the mysterious call, with Sam arguing firmly in favor of tracking the terse little girl down while Dean just as strenuously insists they should focus on Frank Devereaux and Dead Bobby's numbers, instead. Things threaten to get all snarly and intense for a second, but then they decide to split up in order to pursue their separate interests, so it ends up being no big deal. Except, of course, for the fact that it is always a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad idea for these two morons to split up in order to pursue their separate interests, because when they do, one of them always -- always -- ends up in mortal danger by the second commercial break. Idiots.

However, we shouldn't be focused on all that, because Dean's just now brought his full bottle of soothing El Sol to his plump and pouty lips...only to discover that the damn thing's empty! D'OH! Or maybe that's a DUN! Given the fact that next week's episode involves something called "The God Of Time," I should probably go with DUN!, there, yes? "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" Yeah, you're right: Whatever.