Out on the street, not two minutes after Dean hit Channel 8's breaking news coverage, the FBI arrives in its many, many black vehicles to start throwing its weight around. Foremost amongst the agents is a no-bullshit, abrupt type named "Henriksen," in obvious tribute to the actor. By the way, the nickname "Agent Scooter Javert" quickly took hold for this character on the boards because of the Winchester-sized axe he has to grind this evening, but as Sam and Dean's lengthy list of suspected and actual crimes easily overwhelms Jean Valjean's one-time foray into the world of five-fingered discounts at the boulangerie, I'll be sticking to the character's proper name until I discover he's yet another of The Ceiling Demon's minions. Or something like that. In any event, Agent Henriksen and "Lieutenant Robards" whip 'em out and measure 'em. They quickly realize Henriksen's is bigger, so the feds take over the siege. "You have no idea what you're dealing with, do you?" Agent Henriksen sneers at Milwaukee's finest. "There is a monster in that bank, Robards!" I'd have given that a DUN!, but it's clear from the inclusion of Linda Blair's scene in the Crackle, Crackle THEN! that he's talking about El Deano, so whatever. By the way, did you know that when you type "Milwaukee's finest" into a search engine, the first result is for Blatz beer? "That's nothing!" Raoul snorts. "I typed in 'New York's finest,' and the first thing I saw was a listing for a straight-to-video masterpiece whose plot was described thusly: 'A cross-dresser helps three whores in their search for rich husbands.'" Oh, that's classy, Raoul. "I thought you'd appreciate it!"

Anyway. Sam. Flashlight-fu. God, he's hot tonight. Ooops. Did I type that out loud? "You did." Dammit! So, Sam slams open a door and waves his flashlight around. Uh. It's far more tense-making than I just made it sound. Trust me.

Vault. Dean escorts a group of hostages back inside, last among them Blondie The Discouraged Deangirl. "And I thought you were one of the good guys," she ornately mopes. In a bit of nicely played character business wherein Dean reveals he actually does want people to think well of him, he asks for her name -- "Sherrie," as in "Oh," as in "Oh, Nooooo! Do Not Ever Play That Song On This Show!" -- and offers his own, along with his honest assurance that everyone will be okay. Oh, Nooooo! Sherrie's supremely unimpressed. I'm telling you, you piss off those Deangirls just once, and they're just vicious until the end of time.