The next thing we know, the manager's quite contentedly fingering his way through a wad of twenties in the main office while Dean assumes control of both the computer and the phone to activate the Lo/Jack Sam apparently has on his cell phone. And how does he do this? Why, by being a LYING LIAR WHO LIES, of course. "Sorry to bother you," he begins, addressing the customer service representative on the other end of the line, "but my son snuck out of the house last night and went to a Justin Timberlake concert." Dean suddenly pauses as the representative interjects some unexpected bit of dialogue into the conversation. "What? Um, yeah. Justin is quite the triple threat." Heh. And then he audibly rolls his eyes. Hee. Anyway, long story short, Dean LIES about his son's diabetes and the insulin and whatnot to convince the rep to activate the GPS on Sam's cell phone, and the helpful rep -- with an assist from A-line Mobile Phone Services' website, which Dean has accessed as "Dean J. Mahogoff" -- pinpoints Evil Action Sammy's current location as Duluth, Minnesota. Dean thanks the rep and hangs up as the camera pans in on Duluth's red online dot before cross-fading over to...

...The Sandpiper, which happens to be a ramshackle wood-frame dive bar perched on the end of a dock. And inside the bar, shooing away the few remaining end-of-night customers? Jo Harvelle. "So nice to see she's moved up in the world since last we saw her," Raoul remarks before getting all giggly and shrieking, "NOT!" As one last laggard patron scurries for the exit, a fifteen-foot-tall shadow of annihilation enters the foreground of the shot and clears its throat. "Sorry, we're closed!" Jo calls out, never once looking back at the looming portent of doom behind her. Evil Action Sammy finally emerges into the dim light of the bar proper and asks, "How about just one for the road?" Jo whips her hair around to look at him, decidedly nonplussed about the whole thing. "You're about the last person I'd expect to see," she offers by way of a greeting. Evil Action Sammy takes a half-dozen small, deliberate steps forward to shrug, "Well, I guess I'm full of surprises." By the way, a heavily vibrating bass line's been grinding away on the soundtrack beneath all of this, and it's at this point a gentleman's voice joins it to begin the song proper, but I'll be damned if I can figure out the name of the band playing it. It sounds a lot like Nick Cave, but I could just still have Wings Of Desire on the brain after last week's dreadfully boring episode. In any event, Evil Action Sammy wonders if he could get that beer. Jo agrees, albeit a bit frostily, and disappears behind the bar. And in one of many, many moments I love from Jared Padalecki tonight, Evil Action Sammy offers her a pleasant-enough smirk until the instant she's vanished, at which point the smile completely dies on his face and he rolls his eyes a tiny bit, all, "You stupid, stupid bottle-blonde bitch." The Ginormotron then plonks himself down on a bar stool, likely for the simple reason that, had he not done so at this juncture, he'd be completely dwarfing Alona Tal when she returns to slam the beer down in front of him. Seriously, it's the only time they're in the same plane of the same shot during the entire scene, and even sitting down, he's still half a foot taller than she is. He so big. Sigh.