Back from the break, Dean grumps, "We came back here so you could talk to your teacher?" The Impala's parked in front of dear old Truman High, and yes, Dean, that is exactly what Sam intends to do. Dean's all, "Whatever," and allows Sam to go have his "O Captain! My Captain!" moment, just as long as Darling Sammy makes it quick. Indoors, Sam trudges once more through the depressing halls and straight into a...

...FLASHBACK! Well, flashblip, actually, for Wee Sam barely has time to run his hand through his unruly mop before we...

...flashforward to Adult Sam doing the same, and what the hell was the point of that? "Don't ask me! I'm sleeping! ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" While Raoul takes a little disco nap, Sam heads over to Mr. Wyatt's classroom, but just as he's about to turn the knob, a short Asian girl asks him for directions to Room 305. Sam complies, and finishes with a grin... that the short Asian girl snidely mimics before creepily thanking him by name and puncturing his heretofore remarkably healthy chest with a compass! "DEATH!" roars Raoul, snapping awake at the sound of Darling Sammy in pain. "DEATH TO SHE WHO WOULD HARM THE CHEST!" "You got tall, Winchester," the imaginary Asian girl on the television set smiles, completely ignoring the imaginary gay dragon on the Internet. And with that, she nails him in the crotch with her boot! "DEATH!" roars Raoul again, positively apoplectic with dismay. "DEATH TO SHE WHO WOULD HARM THE-- oh, my! I'm blushing at the mere thought of uttering that word aloud! I simply can't continue!" But you still want her dead, right? "Absolutely! DEATH!" And because Adult Sam still -- still -- suh-huuuuuuucks at the hand-to-hand, he goes down like a ton of bricks when the tiny little Asian girl (seriously, she's an actual foot and a half shorter than he is) slams him against the lockers, and so Sam's forced to think fast through excruciating pain, even as that bitterly black ectoplasmic goo begins dripping from the girl's mouth. As she advances upon him to finish the job, Sam manages to spill a palmful of salt into his hand from a container he'd hidden in his jacket, and with the last of his strength, he lunges towards her to clap that salty hand over her mouth. The girl shudders and shakes and collapses, unconscious, into Sam's arms, expelling in the process an inky black shape that shoots out of her back and up through the ceiling. Sam whips his head around to ensure there were no witnesses before the shot cuts over to...