Dean says it's time to right some wrongs, and Sam asks him what he means. "Look at me. I came back from the furnace without any of my old scars, right? No bullet wounds, knife-cuts, or off-angled fingers from all the breaks. I mean my hide is as smooth as a baby's bottom." Apparently he's forgotten about the huge tattoo on his chest and the blistering angel hand print on his shoulder. Dean continues: "Which leads me to conclude, sadly, that my virginity is intact." Sammy laughs and shakes his head. "What?" Dean smiles and sips his beer. "I have been re-hymenated." So now we know Dean skipped biology, and health class to smoke pot. It's a good thing Sam didn't have a drink, or Dean would be wearing the remains of a wonderful spit-take. "Please. Dean, maybe angels can pull you out of Hell, but no one can do that." Dean's on a roll. "Brotha, I have been re-hymenated." And the dude will not abide. Sam, who looks very pretty in this shot, tells his brother to go do whatever he has to do, while he goes back to the room to get some sleep. Dean approaches Jamie about going out that night, but she's promised Lucy a girls' night out. "And besides, no self-respecting bar-wench lets herself get picked up by a customer on the first try." Dean reminds her he's not a customer; he's a Fed. She says, "Try again tomorrow, G-Man." And Dean does not make any G-spot innuendo. I think Hell was good for him. He says he wishes he could try again, but he thinks they're not going to take the case. When Jamie asks him if it's too weird for him, Dean and the entire audience say it's not weird enough.
A wolf howls, and we see a shot of a full moon lighting the sky, which totally makes me think the episode descriptions were wrong, and that this is going to be a Trickster episode, rather than a shape shifter one, because the moon was only a crescent last night. But no. I'm wrong, and so is that moon. A young couple make out in a parked car. She stops when she hears the wolf's cry. The boy, Rick, brushes off her concerns, because he's too busy trotting out every tired line he can think of to get Anne Marie to have sex with him. A shadow, which undeniably belongs to a werewolf, falls across the back of the parked car, and I find myself cheering on the monster, because Rick is saying stuff like, "Baby, if a man doesn't get the stuff out of his system regularly, it can back up and cause all kinds of medical-type problems." Here puppy puppy. Here puppy puppy. She stops Rick again, and he's really kind of nasty to her. "Anne Marie, there aren't any wolves in Pennsylvania." Finally, our hero, the Wolf Man, shatters the driver's side window and picks himself up a little midnight snack. Hope the sleaze doesn't upset your tummy, Wolfie. Anne Marie screams us into commercial.