...that obnoxious bar from the top of the hour, where Our Casually Attired Heroes make quite the spectacle of themselves simply by sitting there amid all the PVC and piercings. Dean amiably wonders how long it's been since they've had a beer together, but Eagle-Eyed Sammy's already identified a couple of likely and extremely youthful suspects, so the boys split up to give chase, with Sam trailing "Efron" and Dean following "Bieber." This should end well.

Sam shadows his twink deep into the bowels of the bar, where the guy promptly vanishes into a storeroom. Sam creeps in behind him, and...the scene's over almost as soon as it's begun, because Sam machetes the twink's neck the instant the guy pops fang. That was dull. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" You know, it's really not necessary to punctuate my pithy observations with your obnoxious snoring, Raoul. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" Oh, go to hell.

Meanwhile, Bieber's managed to lure a girl in a saucy bustier into a nearby alleyway nook, and the two are about to commence with the macking when Dean rudely rips the lad from his lady and orders her to scram, pronto. "What the hell are you doing?" Bieber splutters as his miss skitters away atop her tottering heels. "Open your mouth!" Dean shouts back, gripping Bieber by the latter's lapels and tossing him up against a dumpster. Bieber complies, revealing a set of false vampire fangs that he promptly removes at Dean's screamy request. "For the love of..." Dean begins, utterly revolted. "What are you, twelve?" Bieber looks abashed. "Are you wearing glitter?" Dean howls. "I only do it to get laid!" Bieber protests. "Does it work?" Dean side-eyes, suddenly intrigued by the possibilities. Bieber nods his head around all, "Um, duuuuuh," eliciting a marveling, "I'll be damned!" from Our Intrepid Hero before Dean sends the twink on his way by barking, "Okay, MMMBop your way out of here -- go!"

After the lad's hammered off down the alleyway in his low-heeled boots, Dean turns to reenter the club and makes it about halfway to the door when a voice murmurs from the shadows, "You're pretty!" It's Troll Man, of course, and even though Dean quite politely explains that he sadly doesn't bat for that particular team, Troll Man lifts him up by his jacket and hurls him into a pile of nearby garbage. Some people are so pushy. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" Cram it, lizard. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" In any event, Dean's all dazed and unable to defend himself and such, likely because the script says so, because God knows we've seen him take worse beatings than this and still be able to give as good as he's getting, but whatever, because Troll Man now approaches to smack him up some more.