Meanwhile, back in the station's evidence room, a miniature bitchy bulimic covetously eyes the bagged and tagged pair of toe shoes her officer father just placed on the table, and no, I don't know why the Portland police would consider Poor Dead Irina's vicious toe shoes as evidence in her untimely and bizarre death, and no, I don't know why the Portland police would allow one of their officers to babysit his preteen daughter in the goddamned evidence room, of all places, so I'll just shut up and listen as the miniature bulimic announces her intent to visit "the little girls' room," and...that's it? Yeah, that's it. Well, I'll throw in a DUN! just for the hell of it, but to be honest with you, my heart's not in it.

Back at the front desk, Our Intrepid Heroes finally get their hot little hands on Poor Dead Irina's autopsy file, which claims her "legs were shattered from extreme exertion." Still no mention of her missing feet, though. Not as far as I can see, at least, in the blurry freeze-frame I'm now staring at, but whatever. Sam and Dean agree that the situation is "weird," and with that, we head back to...

...The Little Girls' Room, where the miniature bulimic enters to find Poor Dead Irina's vicious toe shoes already waiting for her, right in the middle of the floor! DUN! Like, for real this time -- there's an appropriate sound cue and everything. The miniature bulimic gets a naughty, acquisitive glint in her eye, carefully closes the bathroom door, checks to ensure the stalls are empty, and plants herself on the tiles to strap those satiny delights onto her own two feet. You'd expect the miniature bulimic to freak the hell out when the slippers magically morph down several sizes to ensure a perfect fit, but as I believe we learned the last time we encountered cursed objects on this show, the nature of the curse in part ensures its victims ignore their better judgment as far as the object is concerned. Either that, or the miniature bulimic's just a little dipshit who deserves to die. Your choice.

Meanwhile, Our Intrepid Heroes enter the evidence room and ask to see Poor Dead Irina's vicious toe shoes. Of course, they're nowhere to be found, so Our Intrepid Heroes quite naturally...

...barrel into The Little Girls' Room in a mad panic, with Darling Sammy howling, "Take those shoes off, now!" Unfortunately, the miniature bulimic finds herself utterly unable to comply with Darling Sammy's reasonable request, instead zipping up en pointe entirely against her will to spin around and around and around, much to everyone's obvious shock and dismay. Our Intrepid Heroes quickly recover themselves, however, and with Darling Sammy doing his level best to hold the miniature bulimic down, Dashing El Deano scrambles to strip the satanic slippers from the thrashing tween's feet. This of course leads to a round of wacky hijinks in which the miniature bulimic lands a couple of exceptionally well-placed kicks directly on Dashing El Deano's schnozz and, even though his nose should now be splattered all across his face, Dean somehow manages to withstand the assault with his prettiness fully intact, eventually ending up panting in a corner of the restroom with the offending toe shoes firmly in his grasp. "I'm going with 'cursed object,'" Darling Sammy guesses. "Ya think?" Dashing El Deano fumes, and as a hip 'n' groovy riff on that Swan Lake leitmotif kicks in on the soundtrack...