Cheap Trick -- or a reasonable facsimile thereof -- drums its way onto the soundtrack and hits the opening line of "Surrender" as the camera cuts away from Jo's disappointment for a little bit of car porn, followed by a large bit of city porn as we're treated to a gorgeous, lingering shot of Philadelphia's skyline, this time from the vantage point of the Museum, the camera pointed down the Benjamin Franklin Parkway towards City Hall in the distance, with the Washington Monument in Eakins Oval in the foreground. Too bad Philly's such a fucking pit in real life. In any event, we at last land on Metallicar cooling its jets in front of the warehouse rehab at 224 Wallace Street from earlier, and up on the third floor, Sam and Dean pick the lock to the front unit. Once inside, the boys chat about "snaking Jo's case" as they retrieve EMF readers from their jacket pockets and start waving them around. After a bit, Sam's goes, "VWREEEE-yorp!" so gigantic, fifteen-foot-tall Jared Padalecki bends down to normal-people height to examine the electrical outlet that's still missing a faceplate, even though it's supposed to be one month after the apartment's previous occupant got her stupid skinny little ass eaten by copious amounts of demonic black ghost spooge. Whatever! Sam shoves one of his bare fingers into the remaining ghost spooge he finds clinging to the outlet, and then Dean shoves one of HIS goddamned bare fingers into the remaining ghost spooge clinging to the outlet, and this is the most disgusting scene I have had to endure on this program, ever! "Un-SANITARY! Raoul shrieks, even more appalled than I. "That's ectoplasm!" Dean gasps before noting, "Well, Sam, I think I know what we're dealing with, here." "A chronically lonely and hideously unsanitary ghost?" Raoul too-innocently asks, batting his eyelashes. "It's the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man!" Dean jokes. "My joke was better," Raoul sniffs. Perhaps, Raoul, but for some reason, your version makes that earlier scene with the eye-through-the-outlet seem more Porky's than Masters Of Horror, to the point where I'm expecting Beulah Balbricker to turn up at some point, demanding to examine the ghost's privates. Anyway, while Raoul and I have been jabbering on, Sam's gone on to note that demonic black ghost spooge is created only by "one majorly pissed-off spirit," and because Raoul and I are practically clawing at each other to make yet another tasteless masturbation joke out of that, I'll be referring to the demonic black ghost spooge for the rest of the evening by what Our Dear Boys would have us believe is its proper name, otherwise we'll never get through this. So, ectoplasm. "Eccchtoplasm's more like it. I bet his bed sheets are positively stiff." Stop it, Raoul! "Sorry! ...Not." ANY-way, Our Intrepid Heroes vow to "find this badass before he snags any more girls," and make their way into the hallway, where they find...