Our Intrepid Heroes of course next tippy-toe over to the kitchen's meat locker, where they of course find most of the hotel's other guests. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!?" Sorry, Raoul -- they're all still alive. "Poop!" For now. "Hooray!" Sam immediately tries to pick the lock, but for whatever reason -- either nerves or lack of sleep -- he fumbles his trusty lock-picking implements to the floor. "Hurry up!" Dean shouts. Sam turns his irritated head to snap back, "I'm going as fast as I can!" but the words die in his throat when he finds two black-suited goons standing behind his brother. "There's somebody behind me, isn't there?" Dean sighs. Yep. Heh.