Mama Blonde leans in to coo her own goodnight just as the children's apparent father pops up in the doorframe with, "Hey, Dean!" The gentleman's apparent paternity seems to be confirmed when The Head That Ate Cleveland races over into the gentleman's arms with an over-exuberant "Daddy!" And then, accompanied by appropriate geysers of blood, The Head rips off those paternal arms with its teeth. What? The show's called Supernatural, isn't it? Am I so wrong for wishing something befitting that title would happen already? In any event, Daddy! scoops The Head up and grins, "So, whaddya think -- you think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?" "Nu-hu-oh, Daddy!" The Head simpers, and even though I realize It could take off all of my fingers with one chomp, I want to smack It 'til It's silly for that. Daddy!, by the way, looks like Robert Downey Jr., were Robert Downey Jr. entirely straight and completely off the junk. For whatever it's worth, the guy's also wearing a faded USMC t-shirt and is sporting a tattoo on his left bicep that I can't quite make out at the moment. Hey, you never know what'll end up being important later when you're watching a pilot, right? Mama Blonde eases past the two into the hallway as Daddy! hugs The Head That Ate Cleveland close while murmuring, "Sweet dreams, Sam." Sam, in that unnaturally precocious way infants have on television, turns his head to gaze into his father's eyes by way of acknowledgement. Daddy! exits with a fond smile on his face, flipping off the lights as he goes.