...This Week's Motel Room, where everyone settles down on various items of furniture so the panic-stricken elderly gent might share his story. "I was just put on trial and sentenced to death!" he opens, promisingly enough, before backtracking considerably to begin at the beginning, and here we go: This "Warren" person was recently paroled from prison, where he'd served thirty years for the murder of a liquor-store owner and his wife. What began as a simple robbery, you see, went horribly, horribly awry, and Warren takes great pains to assure Our Intrepid Idiots that he's been consumed with guilt ever since. Anyway, Warren stopped by his local the previous evening to drown his numerous sorrows, got jumped by a person or persons unknown, and woke up in the middle of an apple-farm barn that had hastily been altered to resemble a courtroom. The name of his local? Neal's, of course, and while the presiding judge at this strange apple-barn courtroom never gave Warren his name, there were "these weird symbols" plastered all over the place, so Sam hands the murderous old coot a piece of paper and a pencil to begin sketching while he and Dean head outside for a...

...processing summit, and long story short, because Something's Not Quite Right With Dreary El Deano This Evening, he's got more sympathy for the apparent ghosts attacking tonight's victims than he does for the victims themselves, and after Sam tries and fails to argue with him, Dreary El Deano bow-leggedly clompy-stomps off to Neal's to partake of a soothing cocktail or eight. Darling Sammy furrows his mighty brow and nibbles at his trembling lower lip, the very picture of dewy-eyed fraternal concern, before he heads back into...