Dean kicks in the front door, and he and his brother make with the Tough-Guy Jazz-Hands through the frat house foyer until they turn a corner to find...five Dead Douchedoubles strewn about the floor in various states of decay! Dun-dun-DUN! "GOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" That, too. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Sam and Dean gaze with horror and dismay and such until they vanish into this evening's first CHOMP!-less commercial break.

Den Of The Douchedoubles. Immediate aftermath. One of the Douchedoubles is actually still alive -- barely -- so Our Intrepid Heroes rush to his side to pepper him with questions, and long story short, this Douchedouble is actually Douchetard Number Two from the top of the hour, and while neither he nor Our Intrepid Heroes know what happened to him at this point, the audience can easily surmise that Mother infected the first Douchetard with something he subsequently passed on to his fraternity brothers, all of whom morphed into carbon copies of Mr. Bright before dropping dead when every single organ system in their bodies decided to liquefy. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" And then the Douchedouble dies. Fortunately, he did manage to choke out enough information to send the boys plus Bobby and Castiel on their next mission to...

...The 8TH STREET SPORTS LOUNGE. The quartet bangs through the busted front doors to find the place littered with mangled, bloody corpses, and you'll have to excuse me while I pause for a moment, as I believe Raoul has something to add. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Feel better, hon? "Much, thanks!" Excellent. The gang splits up to poke and prod at the various dead patrons, with Dean quickly discovering both fangs and a wrist-spike on the battered and broken pre-credits brunette, much to his loud confusion. You see, fangs alone would indicate they're dealing with vampires, while that wrist-spike points towards wraiths, and no one present can ever recall finding both features on a single monster. "So, Eve's making hybrids now?" Dean peeves. "Looks like," Bobby shrugs, though neither of them of course can figure out why Mother's concocting these strange new creatures. The good news is, because Dean was the first to discover these vampy wraiths, he gets to name them. His choice? "Jefferson Starships." And why that particular moniker, I'm sure I hear you ask? "Because they're horrible, and hard to kill." Heh. I absolutely cannot argue with his logic, especially given both the mere existence of this piece of horrific crap and the fact that the fiends responsible for it are somehow inexplicably still on tour.