Cut to the boys flashing their fake badges and a security guy nodding in approval, all still to the strains of "Paranoid." Inside the warehouse, Jokey Montage Music fades into Plinky Xylophones of Mystery as the brothers continue their Sisyphean walking. Sam asks what Dean is holding, and Dean tells him it's his "EMF reader. It reads electromagnetic frequencies." Sam is all, "No duh," and asks him why "that one looks like a busted-up Walkman." Dean stops and turns to his brother and seriously tells him that if he thinks this prop looks stupid, he's not going to be happy with the plastic spiders that are in his future. But perhaps my levity here is misplaced, because what Dean really says is, "Because that's what I made it out of. It's homemade," and gives this adorably proud smile, only to get completely shat upon by stupid Sam, who snarks, "Yeah. I can see that," like, really great comeback, you big wet noodle. Anyway, Sam hurts Dean's feelings and thus earns my wrath. Lots of walking and swinging around of EMF detectors. Best scene ever! Dean stops at the emergency door handles and scratches at the black soot covering it. As Sam leans in to collect a sample, Dean wipes his finger off on the back of Sam's jacket. I would have preferred him to administer a sooty wet willy.
Cut back to the security checkpoint outside the warehouse, where two men -- dressed identically to both one another and to Dean and Sam -- walk up and flash their badges in unison like the government robots they are. The security guy tells them that a pair of Homeland Security investigators are already inside. They then all of them run into the warehouse, guns drawn, looking for Sam and Dean, but the brothers are already gone. Good ol' boys! Outside the warehouse, Sam and Dean do a little run-walking while an alarm sounds and scale a fence to get out. Dean's suit jacket gets caught on the fence, and as he leaps up to grab it, he quips, "These monkey suits do come in handy." I don't really get this joke, and so am plunged into a few hours of soul-searching because things are really getting bad when I'm unable to get the jokes on Supernatural.A waiting lounge at a small airport. A real Joe Schmo in a terrible bowling-stripe shirt reassures a nervous-looking Pilot Chuck: "Look, Chuck, it's like gettin' back on a horse. Only in this case, a little twin engine. Not even a horse, a little pony." Joe Schmo is tremendously ugly, and Pilot Chuck looks like he might be the on-set janitor or something. Nice budget. When Chuck doesn't seem to relax, Joe Schmo tells him they "don't have to do this today." Chuck says that "the waiting is worse" and Joe Schmo gets up to leave Chuck sufficiently alone for evil things to occur. The Rascally Plume again flows out of the air vent and dances around behind Chuck like goddamned Mikhail Baryshnikov before cutting the interpretive dance crap and zooming into Chuck's eyeballs.