Some time later, Our Intrepid Heroes are tooling through the night, following Marco's directions. Sam, still moping, remains silent, ignoring Dean's questions regarding his reportedly abusive behavior towards the clerk until he spots a dimly lit turn-off from the state highway. "Turn down that road!" Sam points. Dean's all, "Wait. What?" so Sam snaps, "I don't know how I know, I just do!" Dean tugs on the steering wheel, and Metallicar grumbles off through a heavily wooded area until it reaches a large, dark, remote farmhouse. A large, dark, remote farmhouse equipped with exterior motion-activated floodlights and security cameras, as it turns out. Our Dear Boys carefully mount the steps to the front porch and peer through the darkened windows until the beam of Sam's flashlight lands on bits of shattered glass littering one of the sills. "Surprised the cops didn't show," Dean mutters, pulling out his own flashlight to examine the broken window. "Place like this, you'd think they'd have an alarm." Sam ambles down the front porch to stumble across the answer to that. "Yeah, you would," he sarcastically remarks as he flips open a battered alarm casing attached to the side of the house. The entire set-up's been short-circuited. DUN!