Thus so unnervingly defeated, Darling Sammy clears his throat to speak, only to find himself immediately shouted down by Sad Bobby. "You two just gonna stand there like the ugly girl at the prom," Bobby bellows, "or are you gonna pitch in?" Sad Bobby, you see, is now more determined than ever to take down that Eve thing in the wake of Poor Rufus's death, and has in fact been so single-minded in his search for further information on her that he hasn't slept in days, much to the boys' collective dismay. Sam and Dean, God love 'em, make an effort to console Sad Bobby on the loss of his sometime friend, but Bobby -- being Bobby, of course -- vehemently denies that Rufus's untimely demise has had any effect on him at all, and he gruffly orders the two into the kitchen proper to fix him some coffee, pronto. "And make it Irish!" Bobby almost slurs at their retreating backs. "Capital idea!" Raoul shrieks. "After all, it has been rather chilly as of late, don't you agree!? Unseasonably so, in fact!" Knock yourself out, Raoul. Just make sure you get back here in time for the next death, 'cause they really are quite amusing this evening. "Hooray!"
And as Raoul toddles off into his den to whip up a couple of warming flagons for himself, Dean sotto-voces a sarcastic "He's doing fantastic!" at Sam. "Yeah," Sam replies in kind, all but rolling his eyes, "this isn't about Rufus at all." "Whaddya wanna do?" Dean grumbles, raising his voice just a tad now that Sad Bobby's pretty much out of earshot. "I mean, we can't just sit here and watch him poop out his liver." Fortunately, Sam has a plan, and that plan involves hitting the road to investigate the string of mysterious deaths that's been plaguing a single family in Chester, Pennsylvania, as of late, of which the opening sequence's represented the third. Sam produces a newspaper clipping from his jacket pocket, and as Dean scans the relevant article, he wonders if "a family curse" might be involved, but unfortunately, Sad Bobby staggers into the kitchen at this point to cut the conversation short before Sam gets a chance to reply. Dean quickly invites Sad Bobby along for the road trip, and Sad Bobby just as quickly shoots that idea all to hell. "Just get out of my house," he mutters as he swipes his Irish coffee out of Sam's gigantic mitts. "You're driving me nuts!"