Motel. The boys enter and flip on the lights, and as the camera's gone all hand-held again, I'm guessing some weird shit is about to transpire. Dean tosses his Big Bag O' Destruction onto one of the beds and announces that after they get a couple hours' worth of sleep, they'll be "putting this place in [their] rear-view mirror." Sam pinches the bridge of his nose and starts in with the pissy outrage again, what with the "But I'm a murderer!" whining and such. Dean, for his part, continues to yammer out other possibilities for what they saw on the security tape, including shape-shifters. Sam almost immediately shuts that one down given the lack of eye flares on the video, but Dean still insists, "It wasn't you!" "I mean," he hastily amends, "it might have been you, but it wasn't you." I must be a complete freak, because I actually understood that. "No comment!" snickers Raoul. In any event, Sam counters Dean's argument with the assertion, "I think it was -- I think maybe more than you know." "What the hell does that mean?" Dean warily demands as Sam settles onto one of the beds. "For the last couple of weeks," Sam confesses, "I've been having these feelings -- rage. Hate. And I can't stop it. It just gets worse -- day by day, it gets worse." Darling Sammy's got himself a righteous pair of Manson Lamps, here, and it's beginning to creep me out. Dean, blind to the increasing creepiness, breathes, "You never told me this." "I didn't want to scare you," Sam whispers, uneasily lifting his eyes to meet his brother's. "Bang-up job on that!" Dean sarcastically remarks, turning his back on Sam to retreat to his Big Bag O' Destruction. Sam starts rambling on about The Ceiling Demon's plans and how The Ceiling Demon's already driven certain super-special mommy-free and -having children like Max and Anson crazy, but Dean shuts that line of thinking down immediately with, "No one can control you but you!" "Sure doesn't seem like that, Dean," Sam agonizes. "It feels like, no matter what I do, slowly but surely I'm just becoming..." "What?" Dean demands. "Who I'm meant to be!" Sam finishes.