Bobby is handing Dean a duffel bag to throw in the trunk of an old beater box, as Sam and Metallicar return. Bobby tells Sam to keep the engine running. He explains he's been trying to reach his friend Olivia Lowry for days and it's unlike her to ignore his calls. Sam recognizes her name -- she's a hunter. They're going to the next unidentified state over to check up on her. Dean tells Sam to scoot over and they're off to follow Bobby to Olivia's. Sam hands Dean the bag from the store, and Dean looks happier than he has since he escaped the abyss. Unfortunately, that happiness is short-lived. "Dude? Where's the pie? Mercifully, this scene is short-lived, too. There's been a lot of good information in this episode, but it's been ridiculously short on action and excitement so far. There's that thump again. And the same cry. "Where's the oar?" What? Oh. Wait. Can it be? I think I know what's going on here, excuse me a moment.

Raoul? Raoul? Is that you? Raoul Tristan DelMarvino? Raoul? Don't make me call you again, Ralph Marvin. "Well I will not, I am sure. Good evening, madam. Have we met? I don't recall having had the..." Can it, Raoul. I'm Cindy, I'm a new recapper at TWoP, but I've been following you and Demian for a long time. "Well, it is a fantastic 'coincidence' you should mention that, because I've been following Demian and myself, which is no mean feat, for a long time too, this is my fourth year in fact, and isn't it just ridiculously 'convenient' that you're sitting here in Boston with your tea and your husband, recapping while my poor, dear, darling Demian is home in Chicago with a broken wing." Demian has wings? Like Castiel, or... "I was being poetic, you...you...suburbanite. The poor dear boy has broken his Sam Winchester." Raoul, speak plainly or I will call you Ralph for the rest of your flame-breathed days. "There's no need to be so...how you are...I'm sure. A-hem. Demian's shoulder is broken as you must have heard, and may I just say, J'accuse! Clearly, weecapping your little...sitcom (although I have to admit Neil Patrick Harris is fabulous) isn't enough and you have disabled poor Demian so that you can usurp him." Raoul, I was terribly sorry to hear about Demian's accident, and when he asked me to help him out while he recovers, I was happy to be able to, but I haven't been 20 miles from here in weeks, never mind to Chicago. Besides, Demian told me he tripped going up the stairs. "Er...uhm...yes. That's the story, isn't it? Right. Tripping upstairs. What else did he tell you?" That was pretty much it, Raoul. Was there more to tell? "Why ever would you ask such a question of me?" Oh, sheesh. Look, I'm only hours away from deadline, and there's lots of show left. Would you like to watch it with me? "Maybe for a while. I just flew in from Chicago. And boy, are my wings tired." Oh, dear. Moving right along...