In any event, Dean next awkwardly -- inhumanely, even -- extracts the facts regarding the disposition of Dirk Junior's remains: His father had them cremated, but he saved a lock of his son's hair, which he carries with him every day on the bus in his bible.
Unfortunately for everyone involved, Papa McGregor apparently left that bible on the bus, which is now trundling through the damp night with a load of sexist beer-guzzling jock assholes and their coach, who thanks the substitute driver, Eddie, for picking up the shift on such short notice. "My pleasure, coach," Eddie carefully replies, his face partially obscured from the coach's direct line of sight, and just as the camera reverses to take in Eddie's secretively murderous smile, a thick trail of bitterly black ectoplasmic goo trickles from his right nostril to dribble into a most unappreciative METAL TEETH CHOMP!
Back on the bus, Evil Eddie puts the pedal to the metal and speeds across a strip of spikes -- no, I don't know, so don't ask -- that pop every single tire, and the bus careens off the road with half of it tipped into a ditch. Evil Eddie then steps slowly down onto the asphalt to, I don't know, seal all of the sexist beer-guzzling jock assholes in and set fire to everything, when really, he should just wait for that thing Raoul's so excited about to swoop down and rip them all through the roof. "You remembered!" Of course, friend of friends. I haven't the same memory issues you do. Yet. "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about, but thanks very much, I'm sure!" Anyway, Sam and Dean arrive just in time to wrap Evil Eddie in some salt-soaked rope so Dean can rifle the glove compartment once again for Papa McGregor's bible, which he finds, but which is missing the lock of hair. Dirk-Infested Eddie sneers that they'll never find it, and after a lengthy and tedious pair of lectures from Dirk-Infested Eddie and Darling Sammy regarding the deleterious nature of high-school cliques upon one's self-esteem that I'll not be transcribing, thank you very much, Dirk-Infested Eddie manages to break through the salt-soaked rope, so Darling Sammy's forced to shoot him in the chest with rock salt. Twice. "VIOLENCE! UNREPENTANT ACTS OF WANTON VIOLENCE AND GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!"