Or maybe Sam just hangs up, leaving Dean free to give Frank Devereaux a ring regarding Bicklebee Realty, and for once in his miserable life, the lunatic jackass readily agrees to be helpful. As Frank unleashes his superior Google-fu to begin investigating Bicklebee's mysterious parent company, we head back over to...

...Darling Sammy's purloined pickup, where we proceed to watch Darling Sammy fall asleep. Again. Some more. Naturally, this takes up a full forty-eight seconds of our lives. I can't wait for Season Eight, can you?

Meanwhile, the barista over at MOJO JAVA of course gets Leviathan George's order wrong, but that's not important right now because what is important right now is the fact that Darling Sammy quite conveniently shows up at the coffee stand at this point, and Leviathan George wastes not an instant phoning his boss to inform her of this exciting development. "You think they're here for us?" Leviathan George wonders. "Trust me," Leviathan Joyce replies, "if the Winchesters were here for us, we'd know." That settled, Leviathan Joyce orders her beleaguered underling back to the office for a processing summit, during which they agree that Leviathan Joyce will have the honor of devouring Our Intrepid Heroes herself. Well, Leviathan Joyce actually insists upon having the honor of devouring Our Intrepid Heroes herself, and Leviathan George has little choice but to agree with her plan, but it's not like they're actually going to make it out of this episode alive, so who cares?

Somewhere else, Dean's on the phone again with Frank and, to absolutely no one's surprise, it turns out Bicklebee Realty is actually a subsidiary of Richard Roman Enterprises. Dean hangs up just as Sam arrives, and after Dean catches Sam up to speed on recent events, Dean tries and fails to convince Sleepy Sam to head back to This Week's Never-Seen Motel Room for a little shuteye. Sleepy Sam demurs, as Loud Lucifer's now on his fiftieth run through "Stairway To Heaven" deep inside Sleepy Sam's head, and while Our Intrepid Heroes agree that Lucifer could hardly have chosen a better song for his impromptu serenade, Led Zeppelin on endless repeat probably isn't conducive to rest. Not that it matters, anyway, for barely have they reached that particular conclusion when a frantic Baggy Scott dials Sleepy Sam's cell to deliver the following piece of news: "I looked in one of my mom's old mirrors, and now I want to rip my face off!" Sleepy Sam rolls his eyes, assures Baggy Scott that he and his brother will be over shortly, and hangs up. "Lemme guess," Dean sighs. "He touched something he wasn't supposed to?" "Of course he did!" Sam grunts, and Our Intrepid Heroes make to head back to Baggy Scott's excruciatingly quaint antiques shop.