While Dean is emailing the Phoenix police to give them a heads up he comes across an email for Sam. It's from some university, answering Sam's query about admissions. They very nearly get into another boring ass argument about normal life when Sam wisely changes the subject to the case at hand. "So what, do we just got to Phoenix and chase our tails until this guy shows his face?" Don't be silly, Sam. Y'all never go anywhere sunny. "Brick Holmes is the way into this," Dean says. "Eleanor Holmes was doing her damnedest not to tell us anything. Nice job changing the subject, though." He says the last as he flounces out of the room. All right, maybe he doesn't actually flounce, but he might as well with the way the writing is going on this.
They sneak back into the Holmes house while Eleanor is away at her dedication ceremony. They head for the master bedroom. Sam and Dean each take a closet. Dean finds Brick's clothes in one, along with a stash of blond hair dye. Sam pokes around in the other closet and finds Eleanor's clothes. He and Dean come to the conclusion that there may have been some mother-son hanky-panky going on. They shudder and soldier on. Dean finds a secret room hidden behind Brick's closet, which is chock full of sports memorabilia going back hundreds of years. Sam takes it all to mean that Brick was some kind of fanboy collector. Then Dean finds a box of letters, all written to someone named Betsy while he was on the road. One letter from the 1940s mentions an upcoming boxing match with Sugar Ray Robinson. Another letter promises to be home after playing against the Red Sox. The letters go on like that, all signed with a vague "Love, Me," and detailing different sports events from different eras. They all sound happy until the newest letter. Sam reads the opening lines: "Dearest Betsy. So tired of it all..."
They return to their motel room. Sam looks up some of the names on the trophies in Brick's secret room. He pulls up recent pictures of Brick, along with a race car driver, a baseball player and a boxer from 70 years ago. The hairstyles have changed over the years, but it's all the same guy. They sit around and do more reading, because what's more fun than watching people sit around reading? Dean reads aloud to Sam about how the Maya were big into sports and made sacrifices to Cacao by eating their enemies' hearts. They figure Brick must have made some kind of deal with the god to stay young and strong forever and the deal got passed along to everyone who got his organs. There is a seemingly interminable amount of talking while they decide that most of the recipients were willing to carry on the sacrifices, but Arthur Swenson -- being the good cop that he was -- couldn't handle it. The only good to come out of all this is Sam's discovery that Brick wasn't, in fact, sleeping with his mother, but that Eleanor was actually his wife, Betsy. One of the pictures he pulls up shows the two of them together in the 1940s.