Cut to the interior of Maid Marian's cottage, elsewhere within the Elwood city limits. The harebrained batshit lady of the house serves Our Intrepid Heroes tea in impossibly tiny china cups while regaling them with tales of fairies, sprites, spriggans, boggarts, brownies, gnomes, and goblins, and while Trish Allen is delightfully insane throughout the lengthy conversation that follows, let's cut to the chase: Fairies exist on a dimension parallel to ours, "and only people who have been there and returned to our world" can see the creatures here, which explains why Sam was blind to the remains of Tinkerbell in the microwave, and why he stared straight through that earlier red-hatted hobo at the diner. Though, you know, neither of Our Intrepid Heroes knows just yet that said bum numbers himself amongst this evening's primary beasts. Just so you're aware. Fairies traditionally abduct first-born sons (think Rumpelstiltskin), which explains the recent rash of disappearances in town, and rumor has it those first-born sons "are taken to Avalon, to service Oberon, King Of The Fairy." Another hi-larious moment of homosexual panic ensues the instant Marian unleashes this last bit of science on Our Intrepid Heroes' dumb asses, when Sam stares at Dean with stark horror on his face and gapes, "Dean? Did you service Oberon, King Of The Fairies?" Dean stares back at Sam for a very long moment, looking for all the world like he's going to pummel the pretty clear off Sam's face again just for thinking to ask that question, before he returns his attention to Maid Marian to wonder, basically, how one goes about killing the tiny little wretched things. Long story short, fairies have an extreme weakness for fresh cream, all fairies hate iron, dark fairies burn when they've been touched by silver, and if you spill sugar or salt in front of them, the fairies have absolutely no choice but to drop whatever it is they're doing and count the grains one by one. Got all that? Good. Next!

"God, is it on me?" Dean shudders once they've made it back out onto the street. "I feel like I've got the crazy on me!" "Nah," Sam assures him, "but you did sit in some glitter, though." Dean furiously brushes away at his rear end as the two mull over their options, which at the current moment are few. Fortunately, they spot at this very moment Brennan loading about eighteen crates of fresh cream into the back of his station wagon, so Our Intrepid Heroes crawl into the Impala to head back over to...