Before she gets her answer, Sam bends down towards the file, and a just-arriving bullet smashes through one of the tacky blue-rose glass panels right where his shaggy head had been. As Ava whoops and screams, the camera skips outside in time to catch one of the sliding glass doors collapse into a cascading shower of shards from the same bullet. Inside, Sam pulls Ava to the ground as another bullet shreds through the remaining glass door. As the two rant and holler on the carpet, we scamper outside again to find good old Gordon Walker atop a nearby roof, armed with a massive sniper rifle affixed with an equally massive silencer, squeezing round after round into the motel room below. After a few more shots whiz past Sam and Ava to embed themselves into the wall, we get Gordon's through-the-scope perspective of the situation for a bit until stupid Sammy lifts his forehead into Gordon's line of fire. Just as Gordon's about to blast off the top of Sam's fool skull, however, Dean shouts out Gordon's name and boots the would-be Sammy killer hard in the chops. The boot's force flips Gordon onto his back, and Dean pounces on the guy's chest to beat him like a redheaded stepchild. Dean's fists connect four times with Gordon's face before Dean hauls the guy up by the latter's lapels to seethe, "You do that to my brother? I'll kill you!" "Wait," Gordon woozily pleads, but Dean's having none of that waiting crap, bitch, and thwacks him twice more before Gordon finally manages to grab hold of his rifle and ram its butt into Dean's head, knocking Our Intrepid Hero unconscious. Gordon rises to his feet in triumph, and the blood from his late beating pours from his lower lip directly down into the METAL TEETH CHOMP! below.
Sam and Ava, apparently recovered from their earlier scare, climb a rickety staircase to the roof of the motel's outbuilding, recently occupied by Gordon and Dean, neither of whom are in sight at the moment. Sam kneels to retrieve the shell casings Gordon so sloppily left behind, and immediately identifies them as "two-twenty-three caliber subsonic rounds." "The guy must have put a suppressor on the rifle!" Sammy croons. "Dude!" Ava protests. "Who are you?" Heh. Sam bumbles out an excuse that involves a television diet heavy on the T. J. Hooker reruns before whipping out his cell phone to call Dean. After a couple of rings, El Deano answers. "I've been looking for you," Dean tells his brother. By the way, in the shot we get here of Dean's face, we can't quite tell if he's holding the phone himself. Sam quickly passes along his current coordinates. "I know," Dean replies. "I talked to Ellen. Just got here myself. It's a real funky town." During all this, the camera's been panning up Dean's legs and arms, lashed tightly to a chair with lengths of thick rope. When the camera finally reaches his head, we can spot one of Gordon's hands pressing the cell to Dean's ear while the other trains an automatic on Dean's kneecap. That's hardcore, dude. "My husband Jack Bauer would wholeheartedly approve," Raoul nods. Raoul's still clutching that scrapbook to his chest. I thought you should know. In any event, the rest of their conversation doesn't really matter at this point, save for the bit where Dean LIES that he's staying at 5637 Monroe Street, which the eagle-eyed amongst you would have recognized when this originally aired as the address from Ava's Splattery Sam Bits premonition. Sam agrees to meet Dean there, and the boys sign off. "Now, was that so hard?" Gordon smooves, snapping shut Dean's phone. "Bite me," Dean snarls. Get it? No, seriously, do you get it? I mean, I'd have Raoul explain it for you, but he's too busy scrawling "Mrs. Jack Bauer" over and over again on his scrapbook to care.