The boys pack up the Metallicar rather solemnly. Sam tells Dean that they can't always save everyone. Dean dejectedly agrees just as Andrea runs up with Lucas. They've brought them lunch for the road, sandwiches that Lucas made. He timidly asks if he can give the sandwiches to them, and Jodie Foster materializes out of nowhere, a fellow linguistic savant, to say, "Trouble go away at nigh', an' Nell caw Mi'i -- an' Nell an' Mi'i -- ye', Nell an' Mi'i -- like t'ee in the way!"
Aw, you guys know I make fun because I...am emotionally stunted.
Dean tells Lucas they should go load the sandwiches in the car, which sounds suspiciously like something the kids are calling something these days. Sam asks Andrea how she's holding up. And I'll say, something about her storyline has been more affecting than most. She says she has a lot to work through. Sam apologizes to her, and she replies, "You saved my son. I can't ask for more than that. Dad loved me, he loved Lucas. No matter what he did, I just have to hold on to that."
At the Metallicar, Dean takes this opportunity to make Lucas cutely anachronistic, an opportunity I take at every turn with my nieces, to whom I've introduced the song "Panama" by Van Halen, and who have returned my kindness tenfold by mistaking the word "panama" for "cannonball," ensuring that one day in sixth grade, that song will come on the classic rock station and they will embarrass themselves mightily by telling the cool girl they're hanging out with that they love this song "Cannonball" and the cool girl will reply with one coolly arched eyebrow and my nieces will continue along in their journey of becoming complicated and awesome dorks. In any case, Dean is doing the same thing to Lucas by telling him that now that he is talking he has to know one phrase that will come in handy in all kinds of places. Lucas nods, and high-fives Dean while blurting out, "Zeppelin rules!" Dean tells Lucas to take care of his mom, who has sauntered over and then decides to give Dean a really sexy kiss on the lips to say thank you. What? Where did that come from? Taking a page from Cassie's My Dad Is Dead, Now Come Bed Me, You Jerk Playbook? Or, oh, I get it...here we have yet another sighting of the rare Blue Tit. Funny how they congregate in L.A.