This week's motel room. Aftermath. While Dean cleans a sawed-off shotgun, the camera hops over to the room's TV, upon which rests one of the motel's stand-up advertising cards. This is important because this week's motel is the "Kym Manor," and the stand-up advertising card encourages guests to "Join us for Happy Hour in the Sonny Buono Lounge." This exhortation is accompanied by an absolutely ludicrous photograph of the late, great Kim Manners looking rather Bono-esque, if I do say so myself, and from what little I know of the guy and his sense of humor, it seems pretty perfect. "[Sniff!]" Oh, poor Raoul. "Well, I am sorry, I'm sure, but between this weekend's absolutely devastating news and this charming little tribute to that oddly named little man, I...I'm feeling a bit...fragile! [Wail!]" There, there. Why don't you go fix yourself a nice, soothing flagon of something tasty and console yourself with these clips while I hurry along to the next good bit? "Oh! [Sob!] You are kind! I believe I shall! [Honk!]"
Now. Where was I? Oh, yes: There's a knock at this week's motel room's door, and when Sam answers, Adam barges into the room, more or less demanding, "Who the hell are you, really?" His childhood home's now a crime scene, you understand, and his darling mother's likely monster chow, so he's just a tad upset with Our Intrepid Heroes, especially because the latter instructed Adam to phone the police, then suspiciously bolted long before the cops arrived. After a very long pause, and ignoring a growled warning from Dashing El Deano, Darling Sammy finally admits, "We're hunters," and after a refreshing cross-fade to later in the day, we finally return to this week's motel room to take in Adam's shocked reaction to Our Intrepid Heroes' lengthy and thankfully off-screen tale of woe. "So, basically," Adam gapes, perched on one of the twins across from Darling Sammy, who apparently assumed responsibility for filling the newest Winchester in on all of the sordid details, "you're saying every monster movie -- every nightmare I've ever had -- that's all real?" "Godzilla's just a movie!" Dean sardonically bright-sides from the far end of the room. Heh. Adam absorbs all of that, then quietly announces that if they intend to go after the thing that killed his mother, he'll be tagging along, thank you very much, because there is nothing sweeter than revenge. Or something like that. Dean's immediate response? "NO!" When Sam attempts to protest, Dean shouts him down with, "Why do you think [our worthless bastard of a so-called father] never told us about this kid? Why do you think he ripped out the pages?" "Because..." Sam begins. "Because he was protecting him!" Dean yells. Long story short, Sucky John clearly didn't want Adam to share in their horrifically deprived and violent lives, and as far as Dean is concerned, that's that. And with that, Dean pulls this evening's second Dean Winchester Patented Bow-Legged Clompy Stomp Of Great Vengeance And Furious Anger right on out of the room to get the hell away from his annoying and apparently suicidal little brothers.