...The Hotel Astoria in scenic downtown Pontiac. You can tell it rents by the hour because the room numbers are tacked to little red hearts. Heh. Something tells me the actual Pontiac Chamber Of Commerce will not be pleased when they learn of this. In any event, Dean and Bobby reach Room 207 and pound on the door, only to have some tiny little brunette woman answer, looking for her pizza order, and Dean's about to bail when...tragedy strikes! For yes, gentle reader, Sam pops into the frame for the first time this season, and his hair is quite simply tragic beyond description. It's all greasy and matted and limp and the curly bits at the back are not so much clinging delicately to his ears as they are stuck there, glued to the lobes by the grime and unspeakable foulness Sam's allowed to nest on top of his head for these last, long four months, and I...I...I can't bear to look at it anymore, for it fills me with anger and sorrow. Oh, Sam. Though, you know, he's still getting laid despite the personal hygiene issues, if the presence of that little brunette's anything to go by. "Ahem!" Yes, my scaly friend? There's something you'd like to say? "There is! I do believe you're forgetting the fearsome example set both by the large blonde woman in the very first episode and by that devastating little werewolf back in Season Two!" Ack. How could I be so stupid? Of course Sam is not sleeping with this tiny little brunette woman, because this tiny little brunette woman is still alive! Oh, Sam!