Anyway, turns out Sam actually disappeared upstairs to investigate the attic, and while he did find Suicide Rebecca's diary, he hasn't had time to read it, so we know all of the answers to tonight's conundrums are to be found within its pages. Ugh. On top of that, when the Monster Chow reassembles, Special Needs is missing. DUZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! The boys hustle the womenfolk into the nearby toolshed -- 'cause it's got only one point of entry, and is therefore the safest place on the farm at the moment, like, how stupid is everybody in this episode? "Fairly dimwitted, I must say!" Thanks for the vote of confidence in my opinion, Raoul, but I'm in the middle of a parenthetical thought, here, and it's really not the best place to get caught up in an exchange with you. "Oh, I do apologize, I'm sure! Please exit these em dashes at your earliest convenience! Posthaste, even!" Thanks. "Don't mention it!" -- before each grabbing a remaining bit of Monster Chow to search the premises for the aggravating adolescent.

By the way, while Raoul was shrieking at me, I gradually realized the preceding sequence of events had actually been split in half by a bored-sounding METAL TEETH CHOMP! You'll forgive me if I neglect to amend the paragraph above accordingly.

So, Sam peels off with Husband to scour the grounds while Dean heads back indoors with Probably-Gay Uncle to figure out Bristol's mysterious entrances and exits, and long story short, they quickly find a loose bit of paneling in the closet that leads to a veritable warren of just-barely-passable between-the-walls crawlspaces, and has no one on this show ever heard of insulation, for Christ's sake? Whatever. It's basically a repeat of the crawlspace sequences from "No Exit", only with far lower lighting levels, and as I feel like I more than adequately covered those sequences back in 2006, and as pretty much all I'm getting on the TV screen at the moment is a reflection of me and Raoul staring into the goddamn thing because this sequence is so frigging dark, let's cut to the chase: Dean finds a way down into Bristol's basement abattoir and stupidly -- oh, so very, very stupidly -- leaves Probably-Gay Uncle all by his lonesome in the walls on the first floor so Bristol can swoop down from above to shove her butcher's knife all the way through Probably-Gay Uncle's throat. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Really, Raoul. I hardly think that sequence worthy of your impressive vocal efforts. "To the contrary!" Raoul shrieks by way of reply. "Any and all instances of GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE! should be met with the most enthusiastic response possible, so that charming little Kripkeeper person will keep many such instances coming in the future!" I see your logic, and it's terrifying me. "Thanks!"