...their tastefully appointed suite at the White Star Motel, where Dean calls up Ellen back in South Dakota for a consult while Sam deploys his mad Googling skillz in the far blurry background of the shot. Long story short, the thin braids of gold connect the latest two deaths with a string of at least seventy-five others across the country, including a cluster the never-seen Jo's currently working on out in California. While many of the people involved were indeed related to each other, almost as many of the victims were not, though as Ellen notes, they all did share one odd common point of reference: All of their ancestors came to the United States in the same year, on the same boat. "The Titanic," Ellen eventually remembers, after riffling through her mental files for a bit. "Ever hear of it?" she asks. Dean has not. Which, you know, doesn't mean a lot given how stupid he so often is, so we'll skip ahead to the part wherein Dean asks if Super-Smart Sammy has ever heard of the ship. Sam hasn't, either, so I guess this development actually does rate a DUN! of its own after all. DUN!
Moments later, Sam's mad Googling skillz have managed to call up the Titanic's entry on a Wikipedia-esque site known as "The Marconi Pages," from which Sam desultorily reads off the boring particulars of the ship, with the only item of interest being the fact that the Titanic "almost hit an iceberg" on its maiden voyage. "Looks like the first mate spotted it in time," Sam shrugs before pulling himself up short with a curt "Wait a second!" because that first mate's name? "Mr. I. P. Freely." "That's not suspicious," Dean smirks from the bed before rising to join Sam at the laptop, upon which the two almost immediately find a photograph of said Mr. Freely, and it's Belthazor. "Son of a bitch!" I'm sure Dean spits at this juncture, and with little ado, Our Intrepid Heroes summon the erstwhile archangel in question to their motel room.