Cut to Sam spray-painting Devil's Traps at the station's exits while Nancy bandages Dean's fully functional arm out front. Henriksen and "Amici" the teenaged deputy -- who finally got a proper name in that last scene, by the way -- enter with an arsenal of traditional weapons Dean of course disparages by sniffing, "You don't poke a bear with a BB gun -- it just makes him mad." He demands copious amounts of salt, instead, drawing blank stares from Henriksen and Amici until Nancy pipes up to note that they've got plenty of road salt back in the storage room. Dean orders the gentlemen present to line the doorways and windowsills with the stuff, and the gentlemen in question scamper off so Dashing El Deano might have a tender moment alone with Nebbishy Nancy, who admits she always believed Satan really existed when she was growing up, only to have her parents reprimand her for being "so literal." "I guess I showed them, huh?" she smiles, a bit ruefully. Dean offers her a quick, reassuring smirk before hopping off the desk he'd been sitting on to ascertain the Impala's current whereabouts. Upon learning that it's parked out in the impound lot, he makes to leave, leading an incredulous Amici to squint, "You're not going out there, are you?" "I need to get something out of my trunk," Dean shrugs with barely a hint of emotion crossing his face, and the next thing we know...