In any event, introductions thus so tersely dispensed with, Our Intrepid Heroes huddle with Ellen to strategize. Seems Rufus rolled into town on the trail of some suspicious omens right before the shit hit the fan, and he initially called in Ellen and Jo for an assist. By the time the Harvelle gals arrived, however, Rufus had disappeared, and Ellen quickly became separated from her daughter. Ellen's been barricaded in the basement with the other survivors ever since, save for their one disastrous attempt at escape, which reduced their numbers from twenty to the current eleven. Sam immediately proposes arming the entire group, as he correctly reasons that the more salt they can fire at once, the more demons they can keep at bay, so he and Dean spin around to head back outside in order to raid that sporting-goods store. Of course, the instant Lieutenant Hottie's shut the doors on them, Dean gets all weird about letting Sam out to gallivant around the demon-infested countryside because of last season's asinine blood addiction storyline, and the two are on the verge of one hell of a tedious fight when Dean uncharacteristically decides to back down, and thank God for that, and then we're off to...

...the town's main drag, where the two split up to procure the necessary provisions, despite the fact that Dean's clearly uneasy letting Sam wander away from him for so much as a second. Within moments, though, Solitary Sammy's collapsed his gargantuan fifteen-foot-frame almost all the way down to the floor in the burg's sole grocery store, filling a plastic carrier bag with canisters of rock salt, and things seem to be going well until...two demonically enhanced yokels wander through the front door! DUN! I have no idea how this is possible, but Sam crouches down even lower than he'd been before, silently cursing himself all the while for placing his sawed-off shotgun just out of easy reach, all the while monitoring the demonically enhanced yokels' progress through the aisles via the store's security mirror. The larger of the yokels ends up closest to Sam, and proceeds to stuff a backpack with bottled water while Sam strains to reach his shotgun without making any noise. Of course, he ends up knocking over a couple of tin cans, and of course, manly tussling ensues, and of course, both because it's Thursday and because Sam still suh-huuuuucks at the hand-to-hand, the demonically enhanced yokel quickly wrestles Our Intrepid Hero into a death-grip choke-hold, despite the fact that the demonically enhanced yokel is at least nine feet shorter than The Ginormotron. Sam valiantly attempts a verbal exorcism nevertheless, but his hasty Latination only serves to piss the demonically enhanced yokel off even more, so Sam has little choice but to draw The Knife That Can Kill Anything Except When It Usually Can't from his belt and jam the thing's business end into the yokel's chest. One down, one to go, but this second kill's far quicker, as Sam doesn't even attempt to save the demon's host, and simply runs The Knife's blade through the remaining demonically enhanced yokel's neck. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Feeling better? "Yes, thanks! Very much so, indeed!" Excellent. I trust you noticed something amiss with that last kill? "I did not!" Really? "Really!" The fact that The Knife That Can Kill Anything Except When It Usually Can't didn't kick out any sparks to light up the yokel's face from the inside like it normally does? You didn't notice that? "Nope!" Okay, then! I'll just be carrying on with the recap. "Excellent idea!" Rrrgh.