Sam and Dean return to the Holmes house the next day to confront Eleanor with the truth. It doesn't take much to convince her to unburden herself. She's been living with this horrible secret for a long time. She tells them that she didn't know the truth until she began to age and noticed that her husband stayed young. She tells them that his Mayan name was Inyo, that he lived for sport and made a deal with Cacao. As long as he made sacrifices twice a year -- one for planting and one for harvest -- he would stay young. When she as Betsy grew too old to be his wife, she became his mother, Eleanor. She loved him so much that she ignored the fact that her thousand-year-old husband was killing people and eating their hearts. But then Brick changed over the years and when he realized his wife would die soon and leave him alone, he decided to drive his car off a bridge. "You must think I'm a monster," she says at the conclusion of her story. "No, just that you married one," Dean says. He tells her they now have eight killers to deal with, but Betsy says they only have to stop Brick's heart and she knows just where to find it.

Dean and San pull up outside the Bunny Hole. "Our king daddy monster is a stripper?" Dean asks, like it's any weirder than him being a race car driver. They sneak in through the back entrance. Lucky for them, it's not one of those strip clubs that's open during daylight hours. As they work their way through the dressing room, Dean gets a mischievous grin. "Smell that?" he asks. "You're gross," Sam says. They eventually end up in the empty bar area when the stage lights come on. Randa struts out onto the stage. At first I thought it was odd that she doesn't have the slightest hint of a scar from her heart transplant, but then I wondered if it wasn't a side benefit of the Cacao deal and then, finally, I just didn't care. "Eleanor sent you, right?" she asks. "Figured she'd probably break and give me up. This won't end well for her, of course. Not that it's gonna end well for you." Sam whips out his trusty Bowie knife. Seems like the sensible thing to do would be shoot her through the heart and skip the hand-to-hand, but whatever. Even Randa chides him: "Oh, now, you don't think we're gonna let you do that, do you?" Dean's like, "We?"