This Week's Motel Room. Aftermath. Sam returned from the library during the commercial break, and Dean now displays the gruesome contents of the microwave for his brother's delectation. One problem: Sam can't see the thick coat of black gunk. At all. In fact, to Sam the microwave's interior looks as sparkly clean as it did when it first came out of the box God knows how many years ago. Dean, quite naturally, is sorely perplexed by this development, and he keeps frantically insisting the microwave is positively dripping with ropy black foulness until Sam finally proposes, "Let's go with you see it, and I don't," before demanding, "What the hell was it?" Dean hems and haws and stammers and stutters and finally admits, "It was a little naked lady, okay?" A "little, glowing, hot" naked lady, to be more precise, "with nipples." He also reluctantly reveals that the little, glowing, hot naked lady with nipples nearly knocked him into next week before he managed to trap her in the microwave, and Soulless Sammy tries very hard not to laugh. "Shot in the dark, here," Sam guesses, "but did this little lady have wings?" She did, indeed, and Our Intrepid Heroes finally pinpoint the identity of tonight's actual villains: Fairies. During his furious bout of research over at the Elwood Municipal Library, Sam dug up a theory stating that the modern concept of alien abductions is simply a latter-day misinterpretation of the ancient goings-on of fairies and other like "ultraterrestrials," and Dean's close encounter with the "pizza roll" he just nuked is proof that theory is correct. "This is good!" Sam enthuses. "This is a lead!" "A lead where?" Dean squints.