This Week's Motel Room. Creepy Grandpa uses Boris's blood to whip up a batch of Vamp-B-Gon in a mason jar while Secretly Evil Sammy peppers Ailing El Deano with questions about the vampire's lair. "I can't hear you!" Ailing El Deano howls by way of response. "Your blood is too freaking loud! Just back off, and give me the damn cure!" Creepy Grandpa sort of hilariously transfers the chunky-looking Vamp-B-Gon from the mason jar to a coffee cup before handing the concoction over to Ailing El Deano. Dean gags a bit at the stench, but nevertheless mutters a mordant "L'chaim!" at the other two before choking back the entire dose in one gulp. He then immediately keels over and starts projectile vomiting into a handy trash can set up for just this very likelihood, and while Dean barfs up quarts of bitterly black vampiric foulness -- along with several slices of some major internal organs, by the look of things -- Secretly Evil Sammy and Creepy Grandpa natter amongst themselves in the background. And after Dean rears his head back in agony, the camera dives down into his heavily bloodshot eye for a quick reverse-action recap of the evening's major events, opening with Dean decapitating Boris and culminating with Boris shoving his entire forearm down Dean's throat. This time, however, Dean focuses on Secretly Evil Sammy's inaction in the alleyway, zeroing in on the wicked smirk that danced across Sam's lips once he knew his brother had turned. DUN!

And in the end, Dean lies shell-shocked on the floor, his heavily bloodshot eyes now clear and those pointy teeth gone for good. Secretly Evil Sammy hustles to Dean's side to ease him up into a sitting position, perhaps intentionally not noticing the massive bitchface Dean's now throwing in his direction. And as The Dramatic Overture Of Oh, Fuck Me, Not With This Betrayal And Angst Bullshit AGAIN implacably rises on the soundtrack, the METAL TEETH CHOMP! mercifully arrives to snatch us all away into this evening's final commercial break.

This Week's Motel Room. Denouement. Dean emerges from the bathroom all freshly showered and shaved and such to find Creepy Grandpa and Secretly Evil Sammy frantically packing their bags. I'm guessing it's because they want to skedaddle before the local authorities discover that massive crime scene now waiting for them on the outskirts of town, but the episode never makes that clear. "So, what'd you see?" Secretly Evil Sammy opens once he's noticed Dean's presence in the room proper. "Whaaaaaa?" Dean dimly slurs, for he has been banged in the head many, many times this evening. "In the nest," Secretly Evil Sammy prompts, "what did you see?" Dean blinks, looking for a moment like he's about to rip a strip off his traitorous brother's hide for those earlier alleyway hijinks, but he pulls himself together and mutters, "I'm still trying to work through it, but I'm pretty sure they're not figuring anything out on their own -- they're getting their orders from the top." "Top as in...?" Creepy Grandpa leads, as if he didn't already know the answer. "Their Alpha," Dean finishes for him, admitting, "At least, that's what I think it is -- I mean, they've got some sort of psychic thing happening. He sends them messages." "Saying what?" Secretly Evil Sammy's waspish eyebrows wonder. "Recruitment drive," Dean guesses, and how he got "recruitment drive" from two befanged Shining twins having tea parties with their dollies in an Illinois graveyard is beyond me, but whatever, because this hateful episode is finally -- finally -- almost over, and I need a drink. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" I said, "I need a drink!" "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" Oh, so you're just gonna lie there, drooling on your overstuffed armchair until this bitch is done? "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" You cold-blooded bastard. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" Ugh.