...the hotel's kitchen. As the statuesque blonde cocktail waitress saunters towards the rear, the camera slows to lose sight of her, choosing instead to track along a counter in the kitchen's prep area until it lands on...The Poor Dead Rent-A-Cop's violently dismembered forearm! "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" shrieks Raoul, wriggling about atop his overstuffed armchair with dizzying amounts of glee over this entirely unexpected gift before calming down a bit and shooting yours truly The Eye. I assume you have something to say, friend of friends? "I do! [A-him!] You hateful little man! You LIED to me!" You mean when I told you you'd have to wait 'til the end for the... "YES!" Dude, chill. "WHY?!" I forgot about this bit. "Oh! My most sincere apologies, then, I'm sure!" Don't worry about it. "Thanks! I won't!" Now, might I continue? "By all means!" Excellent.

The camera cuts over to the main hall, where we find Our Intrepid Heroes heading towards their room -- which is very close to Sinister Chet at the front desk, I suppose I should note. Just down the way a bit, a disturbingly overeager pair of newlyweds have started molesting each other right out there in the open, for God and all to see. Perverts. Dean leers. Pervert. Sam whaps his ever-inappropriate brother upside the head, and Dean finally unlocks the door to enter their room. As one would expect given the level of decor in the hotel's common areas, it's far tonier than the accommodations to which they've grown accustomed over the years, right down to the chocolates on the pillows and...Casa Erotica 13 prominently on demand? Shut up, Supernatural. Super-Smart Sammy scoffs, for he has grown suspicious. Dean wonders what gives. "Isn't this place kinda in the middle of nowhere?" Sam asks. "So?" Dean replies. "So, what's a four-star hotel doing on a no-star highway?" Unfortunately, their conversation's cut short when the noxious newlyweds next door finally enter their room to commence with the noisy canoodling. Fortunately, their noisy canoodling's cut short when some silent yet apparently massive entity slams the newlyweds against their side of the connecting wall with such force, it cracks the mortar and threatens to send the flat-screen TV crashing to the floor. "VIOLENCE! WANTON ACTS OF UNREPENTANT OFF-SCREEN VIOLENCE!" I see what you did, there, Raoul. "Hee!" Our Intrepid Heroes, instantly all-business, break into the noisy newlywed's suite to find...absolutely nothing at all! "Drat!" Well, except for that suspiciously discarded engagement ring on the floor. "Is a bloody engagement ring, mayhap?!" No. "Phooey!" I feel your pain, Raoul. I feel your pain.