SPLAT! "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" shrieks Raoul, writhing about once again upon his overstuffed armchair with delight over the fifth season's endlessly compelling blood-burst of a title card before settling himself down a bit to offer yours truly a deeply affronted glare, and what is it now, Raoul? "[A-him!] You'll pardon me for interrupting at this juncture, I'm sure!" Oh, God. "But! Would it have killed that darling little Kripke person you keep nattering on about to have shown us that fabulous neck-breaking just now? Hmmmm!?" Well, I'm sure the director made a stylistic choi... "HMMMM?!" Okay, fine, whatever: Yes, Raoul, it would have killed that darling little Kripke person I keep nattering on about to have shown us that fabulous neck-breaking just now. Happy? "Not in the least! Why, I've half a mind to...!" And I'll resist the cheap and easy insult Raoul so beautifully set up for me to allow the dizzy lizard his lengthy little rant over there atop his overstuffed armchair. In the meantime, let's carry on to find out what Our Intrepid Heroes are up to, shall we?
Ah. Much better. The camera fades up on the interior of a diner, followed quickly by a location card that informs us we've ended up in Sioux Falls this week. Meanwhile, out at the curb, Darling Sammy disembarks from the Impala to grump the following into his cell phone: "Bobby, listen -- when you get this message, call, okay?" Dashing El Deano joins his brother on the sidewalk to grouse about Bobby's unfortunate unresponsiveness for a bit before the two enter the diner, where the LYING LIARS WHO LIE -- once again masquerading as FBI agents -- spot the scruffy, scraggly haired, flannel-clad gent they're supposed to interrogate. "Whadda we do?" Sam sighs. "I guess we just do it ourselves," Dean shrugs, and with that, they join the scruff in the latter's booth.