...any point that isn't this one, actually, for before we can indulge in the wacky shenanigans, we must first follow Our Intrepid Heroes as they investigate their worthless bastard of a so-called father's storage unit. It's a dark and dusty place, natch, and the boys discover a variety of painted symbols inscribed upon the floor at the entrance apparently left there to prevent demonic sorts from entering. And what of those untidy blood stains marring the concrete? Why, they're an indication of the tripwire-activated shotgun Daddy Shut Up installed to prevent human sorts from entering, of course. Seems the recent robbers who desecrated Sucky John's secretive lair -- and yes, there were two, going by the footprints they've left behind -- stumbled across the thing, and at least one of them received a full blast of buckshot for his trouble. This did not deter the looters, however, from staggering past the various relics of Our Dear Boys' collective childhood in the antechamber (and what the hell kind of a storage unit has an antechamber, anyway?) to smash their way into the true treasure room all the way in the back. It's a veritable armory of land mines and shotguns and various other implements of demonic destruction. Oddly enough, though, they left all of that alone in favor of snagging one of the many, many so-called "curse boxes" -- that is, vessels constructed "to contain the power of a cursed object" so said power doesn't escape and kill people -- from the heavily laden set of shelves Sam and Dean find on the far wall. "Well, maybe they didn't open it," Dean hopes.