Praise Allah, Hallelujah, and Shalom, we pan up on Jensen as he slumbers face-down on a bed wearing little shorts. Unnecessary strings wail in the background as we hear keys fiddling in the lock, and then see a large figure looming behind this weird glass-brick wall between the door to the motel room and the room proper. Dean's eyes snap open, and the strings continue to wail even though the one-celled organisms living in the dust on my television know it's just Sam. There's no need to start every scene with a little mini...SURPRISE!, is my opinion on the subject. Sam comes into the room holding coffee and says, "Mornin', sunshine!" as Jensen pushes his chest off the bed, craning his neck backward, in a total beefcake pose. Then Jensen's thighs move this way. Then Jensen's thighs move that way. Then Jensen's thighs decide to get out of bed. I'm thinking this would not be a bad way to continue the recap. What are Jensen's thighs doing? WWJTD? Anyhoo, it is a quarter to six in the morning, and Dean remarks that when he woke up at 3 AM, Sam was watching "the George Foreman infomercial," and then asks Sam when he last got a good night's sleep. When Sam says, "It's no big deal, but I appreciate your concern," Dean does his tough guy act and retorts that he isn't concerned, he just wants his brother "sharp," the better to fight the bad guys. Then Dean loses the tough-guy act and asks Sam, "Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jess?" It's all a ploy to get Sam to sit down across from him and look lovingly into his eyes. It works! Sam sighs, faces Dean, and confesses, "Yeah, but it's not just her, it's everything. I forgot, this job. Man, it gets to you." And it's dialogue like this that make me love my job. Listen, I subbed in for Al Lowe on an episode of Deadwood and I'll take Padalecki's ungrammatical grunts over Ian McShane's iambic pentameter any day. This show is a recapper's dream: 30 minutes of grunted dialogue, 15 minutes of walking around corners in spooky places, done.