Sitting down to what could be his first home cooked meal since November 2, 1983, Dean and his family make small talk. He's no more forthcoming with Samuel about his current case, than Samuel is with him. Mary wants to know why Dean was following her and John. Dean lies; which you can tell because his mouth is open and sound is coming out. He says he thought something was following her...boyfriend, but he doesn't think that any more. Dean's brain doesn't know how to compute Deanna's amusement at the idea of John Winchester mixing it up with spirits, coupled with Samuel's mild contempt for the 'nice, naïve civilian'. Oh Grandpa, if only you knew. Mary scoffs at her father. "So what -- you'd rather me be with a guy like this?" Despite what a faction of the fandom scribbles in its LiveJournals, Dean's incest taboo is in strong, working order. "What? No. No. No no. No." I want to hand it to Jensen Ackles and Amy Gumenick. These two young, beautiful humans never for a moment give me a vibe that there's any sexual attraction between Dean and young Mary, yet they have plenty of non-romantic chemistry, enough that I wish she the actress could have been cast as a love interest for him. Don't misunderstand, though -- there's never a moment I stop thinking she's his mom, even though she doesn't know it. There's never a moment I think he's forgotten he's her son. Bravo to them both (and to the craft services people who in no way sprinkled saltpeter on their lunch). Mary reveals Samuel is working a case at the Whitshire Farm. Tom Whitshire got caught up in a combine, despite the fact that his crops were dead. Grandpa's investigating if that was a demonic omen, and Dean gets schooled in the long slow process of pre-internet era research. ("Did you find anything on the web...of information you have assembled?" Heh.) Dean suggests they join forces, but Grandpa says, "What part of 'we work alone' do you not understand, son?" Mee-ow.
Morning at Whitshire farm. Grandpa arrives disguised as a priest and he brings Mary with him, which seems like it would call his cover into question. He's been beaten to the punch by young Father Van Halen, who introduces his Grandpa as "Father Cheney" (and that's your joke for this paragraph, because I can't top it) to the Bitter Widow Beth Whitshire. Say that ten times fast. Father Cheney tries to smile at the widow, but it comes out...oh my word, it comes out exactly like Sam's bitch face. That apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. Sadly, Dean misses it and heads out to see Mary, who's chatting up the Whitshire boy. Mary and Dean extract enough information from young Charlie to realize he unwittingly made a vague deal with a demon who said he'd be 'comin' a-calling' ten years from now. He never wanted his dearly departed, drunken, spouse-abusing Dad to die; he just wanted the beatings to stop. Dean and Mary walk away for a moment and Dean tells his mother he thinks Charlie pimped his soul to a demon and doesn't even know it. When Mary asks Charlie what the Demon looks like, we learn he's a pretty average looking white guy, except for his eyes. Of yellow. DUN!