...Dean emerging from the local "Animal Protection Agency," and I will bet you cash money right now that they're going to submit this episode to the Emmy nominating committees next summer, and between the dialogue-free pre-credits sequence -- during which the sound cues and the underscoring went a very long way to set each beat of the changing mood -- and the scene we just got through above and God knows what's coming during the rest of the hour, they'll probably end up getting another couple of nods for it, too. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah. Dean crawls into the Impala's front seat beside Sam with yet another sheaf of paper to reveal the following: "Secretary's name was Carly. She's 23, she kayaks, and they're real." Heh. "You didn't happen to ask her if she's seen any black dogs lately, did you?" Sam peeves. Dean flashes the papers at Sam, noting they contain "every complaint called in this week about anything big, black, or doglike." "There's nineteen calls in all," Dean summarizes before plucking the Post-It off the top to add, "and I don't know what this thing is." Sam takes one look at the thing and giggles, "You mean Carly's MySpace address?" "Yeah, what the hell is that?" Dean asks. Eyeing Sam's broad grin, he hopefully guesses, "Is that, like, some sort of porn site?" Oh, Dean. "He really is quite the idiot sometimes," Raoul notes, somewhat obviously, if you ask me. "Endearing, yes, but an idiot most certainly."