Meanwhile, Charlie has moved on to asking for sartorial advice in order to further stall Jennifer. This only works for so long before Jennifer finally runs out of patience and heads for the morgue. To Charlie's relief, the Winchesters have already made themselves scarce.
Back at the Lair O' Letters, the gang continue running down the list of likely suspects. "Leviathan?" Sam offers. "They consume their prey," Charlie has to remind the brothers who dealt with the goddamned Leviathans for a whole boring season. They cross dragons off the list, too, because there were no burn marks on the bodies. "Wait a sec - Djinn," Dean says. And not just any old Djinn, but a "bastard offshoot" that he's reading about in John's journal. "Their eyes light up blue, pass as humans and all that regular jazz - except these leave their victims with jelly-like insides." They also leave a blue handprint on their victims, he says. All they need is a silver blade dipped in lamb's blood. Charlie makes some excuse about needing to stretch her legs and get some food. The second she's out of the room, Dean and Sam agree she's seemed a bit "off" ever since she arrived. Yes, a Felicia Day character acting awkward and nervous is so unusual!
We follow Charlie to her apartment, where she unlocks a small box containing multiple passports, licenses and credit cards. While scary music plays, she logs into her ersatz PayPal account to send money to a Gertrude Middleton. Charlie's alternate identities are Anne Tolkien, Susan Asimov and Christine Le Guin, in case you were wondering. While she's waiting for the transfer to finish, she hears an odd sound in the hallway outside her apartment door. Now, the sensible thing might be to stay inside, but she opens the door and peers into the hall. Not that the sensible thing would have really done her any good, because Jennifer O'Brien is already inside, glaring at Charlie with glowing blue eyes.
Sam pauses between coughing fits to leave voicemail for Charlie. He tries to hide his coughing from Dean, but he's one satin corset away from bursting into a duet with Ewan McGregor. Dean just kind of shakes his head in exasperation. "Any word from Charlie?" he asks. "No, and there was no comic convention in Topeka," Sam says.
Luckily, Dean turned on the GPS on Charlie's phone when he borrowed it during their makeover, so they soon find her apartment. What they don't find, however, is Charlie. Either there's been a struggle or Charlie's about as terrible a housekeeper as I am, judging by the state of disarray. The brothers find her assorted passports. "Who the hell is she, Jason Bourne?" Dean wonders. Sam checks her laptop and sees that she's been making donations to Gertrude Middleton at a local hospital. For some reason, Dean decides to go meet Gertrude and tasks Sam with looking for the Djinn. You'd think it would be the other way around, with the way Dean's been fretting over baby bro lately.