Sidewalk. Immediate aftermath. Our Intrepid Heroes are still gawping at the impressive smear of Russo guts now staining the asphalt until Dean realizes one of Russo's ads has been affixed to the back of the bus that splattered him. "Check it out!" Dean giggles. Sam unleashes yet another of his Massive Bitchfaces. "Too soon?" Dean wonders. "Yeah, Dean," Sam prissily sniffs, "I'm pretty sure six seconds is too soon." Heh. Sam shakes his shaggy mane around for a bit before he idly glances across the street at a restaurant undergoing renovations, and wouldn't you know it? There's Atropos staring back at him through one of the windows! What are the odds? "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" You'll have to excuse Raoul. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" He still hasn't recovered from the bus incident. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" So, I guess I'll just keep going without him? "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Okay, then.

"I think I saw her!" Sam excitedly blurts, jabbing his finger in the direction of the now-vacant window. "Fate?" Dean asks. "What'd she look like?" Sam wrinkles his nose and realizes, "Kinda like a librarian." "Your kind of librarian," Dean wonders after the briefest of contemplative pauses, "or my kind of librarian?" "She was wearing clothes," Sam huffs, all offended because he's gone back to being an insufferable prude now that he's been reensoulled. Dean immediately heads off across the street to confront her, dragging an extremely reluctant Sam behind him. As neither of them has any connection to the Titanic, Dean reasons, they shouldn't have any problems with Atropos, right?