...he's racing to open the lot's padlock, all the while tossing nervous glances over his shoulder, and it's all very tense-making indeed what with the drums on the soundtrack and the jittery camera edits as he finally breaks through the fence to scamper over to Metallicar's bottomless trunk, where he starts cramming as much as he can into a duffel. Over at the deserted gas station on the corner, all of the lights start buzzing and blinking and flickering on and off. "I can't watch!" Raoul shrieks in despair, burying his eyes in his paws. "I'm sorry, but it's simply too much for my shattered nerves to handle!" You think this is bad? Just wait until the end of the episode. Ooops! Spoiler! Hee! See what I did there, Raoul? "Oh, you nasty little man! Do leave me alone and get through this distressing scene already!" Fine. Whatever. Have it your way. "Thanks!"
So, just as the lights start buzzing and blinking and flickering on and off over at the gas station, a wildly roiling cloud roars in on the night breeze, shooting out dozens of tendrils of bitterly black demonic goo, with each smoky tendril drawing a massive bull's-eye on Dean's unsuspecting back. Uh oh. "Eeeep!"
Meanwhile, back at the car, Dean keeps stuffing that duffel of his until the lot light above his head starts buzzing and blinking and flickering on and off. He stares at it in horror for a second before redoubling his efforts, but when the roar arrives behind him, he turns to find the entire sky-blotting stampede hurtling directly at his head. Frantic El Deano slams the Impala's trunk -- leaving behind the boys' dreamcatcher, sadly enough -- and pumps his stumpy little bow legs directly into the METAL TEETH CHOMP! "Will he make it?!" Raoul shrieks, nearly as frantic as Dean. "WILL HE MAKE IT!?" Raoul, he's one of the two leads. Of course he's going to make it. "Whew! What a relief!"
Station House. Sam closes his last Trap just as the other three finish salting the various points of entry, and that's very fortunate indeed, for barely have they completed their tasks when Frantic El Deano barges through the front door to bellow, "They're coming!" One of the smoky tendrils SPLAT!s against the window Nancy had pressed her nose against, and she reels back with a squeal of terror as Dean shouts for everyone to haul their asses into the main office, pronto. And I've got to admit: this next effect sequence is fantastically creepy and well-done, as the cloud (sparking throughout with bolts of blue electrical energy, which is something new) hurls itself against the building with enough force to rattle the station to its very foundations before slowly enveloping the entire structure, gradually blotting out all exterior light. And once the various dark demonic forces realize they can't penetrate the protective lines of salt, the cloud angrily retreats, leaving Our Intrepid Heroes and their very special guests alone. For now.