"There is no way itching powder made that girl scratch her brains out!" Dapper Sammy insists as the boys head back to the Impala. "It's just ground-up maple seeds!" Dean's about to unleash a witty retort, I'm sure, but they're interrupted by the chirping of Sam's cell phone. His eyes widen a bit as he listens to the never-heard voice on the other end, and he quickly agrees, "We'll be right there!" Our Intrepid Heroes embark, and Metallicar grumbles off to...

...Box Butte General Hospital, where orderlies are just now zipping a body bag shut over the crispy corpse of yet another unfortunate yokel under the watchful eye of the county coroner. The LYING LIARS WHO LIE arrive to wonder what gives, and the coroner explains, "Guy got electrocuted." So far, they haven't found the bit of electrical equipment responsible for the fatal zapping, but there is a witness. Unfortunately, Old Mr. Stanley here is just a tad senile, so "He's not making a lick of sense," and you'll pardon me for halting the action yet again, but this needs to be said: Only Bobby Singer is allowed to deploy that particular locution, Kripke. You start having everyone on this goddamned show muttering about "licks" of this and "licks" of that, and they'll all sound like mouthbreathing morons. ANY-way, The Dapper Ginormotron Antichrist and The Stumpy Little Bow-Legged Lamb Of God shrug off the coroner's warning and sidle on over to the muddled old coot to beat a confession out of him, or something like that, but surprisingly enough, Old Mr. Stanley starts tattling on himself with no need for prompting on the part of Our Intrepid Heroes. "It was just a joke," he protests weakly, "I didn't know it would really work." "All I did was shake his hand!" he explains, opening his palm to reveal...a joy buzzer? Our Intrepid Heroes are as puzzled as I, and quickly repair to...