Back in Stockville, the bored little nightmare of a preadolescent horror channel-surfs until she lands on a rerun of the painfully named Doctor Sexy, M.D. "EEEEEEEP!" Poor Raoul. In any event, the bored little nightmare of a preadolescent horror listens intently as one of the show's characters bitches, "I'm sorry, doctor -- I forgot being head surgeon means you cut into whatever body you want and take out whatever organ pleases you, without any paperwork whatsoever!" The bored little nightmare of a preadolescent horror gets An Idea, and smiles. "EEEEEEEP!"

Up in the Emporium, Bobby and Dean watch silently from the kitchen as Sam entertains himself by repeatedly "field-stripping his weapon" over in the study, and no, they are not using "field-stripping his weapon" as an amusing euphemism for something filthy, though somebody somewhere probably should. Dean surreptitiously slips a hand into Sam's jacket pocket and retrieves his brother's cell phone to activate the thing's GPS on the extremely likely chance Sam "decides to fly the cuckoo's nest" at some point during this evening's festivities, and then Dean and Bobby settle in to chat at each other -- AGAIN, SOME MORE -- this time regarding Dean's supposedly delicate state of mind, and long story short, Dean LIES that he's fine. Bobby recognizes that particular piece of bullshit for what it is, but we don't have time to deal with this tedious crap at the moment, because something nefarious is a-brewing down at...