Luckily, this scene of morose repetitiveness is interrupted when Dean gets a call from the cute doctor. They talk for a bit, and then Dean turns to Sam all smiles again like the conversation from just moments ago never happened. "She says that both Paul Hayes's kidney and Arthur Swenson's new eye came from -- you ready for this? -- Brick Holmes." That actually gets a smile out of sullen Sammy because Brick Holmes was some kind of football hero that both the Winchesters apparently worshiped. He drove off a bridge a year ago and his organs went to eight different recipients. Oddly enough, one of those recipients wasn't in Boulder, although Brick himself lived near there. Since they have no other leads, they keep heading for Boulder, a decision which leads to Sam making a pissy little sound of exasperation. Shut up, Sam.
Back in Boulder, Randa is making good use of that heart she just pilfered. With candles lit all around her to set the mood, she dips her fingers into a pool of blood and draws them across her cheeks. "K'uhul ajaw, Cacao, shi-jiiy," she chants a few times. She raises the heart to her mouth and takes a big, squelchy bite out of it. As she chews, she begins to breathe harder and throws back her head. Black mist swirls around her, and then rushes into her body. As the mist fades, her own heart and eyes glow red.
The next day, the Winchesters pull on their suits and pay a visit to the Holmes estate. Sam gushes to Brick's mother about what a fan he was back in high school and rattles off a list of stats with the ease of an exorcism spell. "Brick lived for competition and athletic perfection," Mrs. Holmes says. "I don't think it ever occurred to his fans that he was human, like the rest of us." They eventually get around to Brick's donated organs. There was a public awareness campaign a few years ago that a lot of star athletes signed up for. "I'm sure Brick didn't think twice about it," she says, "since he thought he was never going to die." Dean presses her a bit about Brick's accident, which from all evidence didn't seem like an accident, but she puts the kibosh on that. Sam tries another route, asking about Brick's personal life: "Was he ever married?" Mrs. Holmes: "Just to the game. He gave it everything he had. It's a difficult life." Sam looks sad because he totally relates, although perhaps drawing clunky parallels to a celebrity athlete's life isn't the best way to make Sam's plight seem sympathetic. Dean asks if there was anything new in Brick's life, like new people or hobbies or an interest in the occult... Mrs. Holmes politely but firmly buts an end to the visit, saying she'll be late to a dedication ceremony in Brick's honor.