"Heat of the moment! Telling you what your heart meant!" A gently slumbering Sam snaps open his eyes and bolts upright in bed. "Rise and shine, Sammy!" undead El Deano bellows as he finishes lacing up his boots. Sam simply sits there, stunned, and with mouth agape, so Dean picks up his cue for him, grinning, "Dude! Asia!" "You love this song and you know it," Dean continues, cranking up the volume on the crappy motel clock radio and rocking out on his bed with a finger-pointing, head-bopping lip-synch to the chorus before shimmying out of the frame. Sam squints in disbelief.

Flamingo-Themed Bathroom. Dean, with his head thrown back, engages in a marathon, ten-second-long gargling session -- this time with bubbles! -- while Sam hesitantly rinses his own mouth out, spits, and then just stands there staring at his brother with mightily furrowed brow. Dean eventually spits himself and, noticing Sam's apparent befuddlement, goes, "What?" Sam takes a moment to consider what might be happening at the moment, opts for the simplest explanation, and finally replies, "Man, I had a weird dream." "Yeah?" Dean asks, picking at his teeth with a thumbnail. "Clowns or midgets?" Probably both. Hee. Sam just shakes his shaggy mane around until we leap forward to...

...the diner. Pickett pays his bill, Cal orders coffee, and the boys take a booth by the window from which Dean enthuses, "Hey -- Tuesday! Pig 'N A Poke!" "It's Tuesday?" Sam splutters. "All day," Dean pretty much replies as Doris arrives with pen and pad in hand. Dean orders the special with a side of bacon and a coffee while Sam, increasingly freaked, stammers out that he's fine. Once Doris heads back to the kitchen, Dean attempts to suggest they drop their current assignment in favor of hunting down and eradicating Posh Bela once and for all, but dazed Darling Sammy's off in a world of his own, so Dean's forced to lean across the table and snap his fingers a couple of times to recapture Sam's attention. "You sure you feel okay?" Dean asks. Sam heaves a mighty sigh and frowns, "You don't remember all of this?" "Like it's happened before?" he continues. "You mean like déjà vu?" Dean guesses with a pleased and self-satisfied little smile on his face. "No, like it's really happened before," Sam counters. "Like...déjà vu?" Dean offers, not getting it. "Forget about déjà vu!" Sam impatiently flusters. "I'm asking you if it feels like we're living yesterday all over again!" Dean thinks for a very long moment, then begins, "Okay, how is that not dé...?" "Don't say it!" Sam interrupts, his hands flapping all over the place. Hee. Fortunately, Doris arrives at this very moment with Dean's caffeine. Unfortunately, she also arrives with a half-full bottle of hot sauce that she manages to bobble right off her tray...and into Sam's anticipatorily outstretched hand! "Thanks!" Doris grins, and she turns to head back behind the counter while Sam starts darting crazy eyes around the diner and gritting his teeth. "Nice reflexes!" Dean grins. Sam clenches.