This week's motel room. Aftermath. Dean finishes up brushing his teeth while expressing his concerns for his angelic boyfriend's well being, but Sam doesn't answer. Dean pokes his head into the room proper to find it deserted, so he heads outdoors. Sam's nowhere to be found -- or is he? Dean leaves an abrupt message on his brother's voice mail and crawls into the Impala, grumbling to himself about Sam's disappearance until Sam's electronically enhanced voice hesitantly calls out, "Dean?" and oh, my awesome. "Where are you?" Dean barks. "I don't know," Sam replies as the camera scuttles down beneath the dashboard to take in a familiar-looking LED panel where the tape deck should be, and the panel lights up when Sam realizes, "Oh, crap! I don't think we killed The Trickster." HA!

The Knight Rider theme music kicks in as The Sampala tears through a sunny stretch of backwoods blacktop and yes, they've got that little red light bouncing back and forth behind the car's grille, and you know how I said the HerpeXia ad was the best part of the episode? I was a LYING LIAR WHO LIES. We get some glorious car porn as The Sampala grumbles down the road towards points unknown until the camera finally settles in on a supremely unamused and stone-faced Dean behind the wheel. Dean and the car -- hee! -- puzzle through their latest conundrum with the Knight Industries Sam Two Thousand eventually understanding that The Trickster mustn't be a trickster at all. "Son of a bitch!" Dean growls, figuring it all out, and the next thing we know, they've...

...parked at The Centennial Point Wilderness Area so Dean can root through The Sampala's bottomless trunk. "Dean?" KISTT interrupts. "That, uh, feels really uncomfortable." HA! Dean, thoroughly over it all by now, rolls his eyes and slams the trunk shut, eliciting a tiny "Ow!" from The Sampala. Once KISTT's recovered from the indignity of the situation, he asks, "You think this is gonna work?" "No," Dean grumps, crossing to the front of the car, "but I have no other ideas." He then plants his feet in the dirt and screams up at the sky, "All right, you son of a bitch! Uncle! We'll do it!" Pause. "Should I honk?" Hee! This is just fucking adorable. I'm kind of hoping The Non-Trickster Trickster just leaves them like this for the rest of the series. "Heaven forefend!" shrieks Raoul. "That impressively broad young man simply must be restored to his naturally delightful stature posthaste!" I suppose you're right, Raoul. Still, I could probably handle an entire episode like this. "Bite your tongue!" Oh, lighten up. "Hmph!"