Shortly thereafter, Dean casts unnecessary aspersions upon the sanity of Sam's new girlfriend as the boys amble down the same harborside esplanade that played host to Slippery Sheila's last jog on earth. Meanwhile, Super-Smart Sammy's apparently had the time to conduct thoroughly exhaustive research into the town's history at some point in the last three seconds, and notes that a particular ghost ship has plagued the harbor "like clockwork" "every thirty-seven years." "A vanishing, three-masted clipper ship" appears in the bay to a select group of the town's citizens, who then promptly find themselves inexplicably drowned upon dry land. General ghost ship lore gets a mention, including a passing reference to The Flying Dutchman that has absolutely nothing to do with anything else that transpires over the course of the episode, and Dean's most unhappy to learn that pinpointing the infernal wreck responsible for all of the decidedly low-key mayhem will be next to impossible, as the ocean immediately surrounding this never-named port has swallowed over 150 vessels over the last few hundred years. "Wow!" Dean eloquently laments. "Crap!"

There follows an immensely entertaining little scene in which the boys arrive at the spot where Dean had parked the Impala, only to find the Impala gone. Dean starts stompy-clomping around on the sidewalk, raging at the utterly indifferent heavens over his apparently stolen baby, until he starts literally hyperventilating over the missing Metallicar, and hee! Conscientious Sam of course immediately speeds to his stricken brother's aid, but the cute moment shatters all to hell the instant that rawthah plummy accent I've come to know and hate chimes from off-screen, "A '67 Im-pah-lah? Was thet yaws?" Shoulder-shooting Bela and her scraggly hair and her overdone makeup and her ridiculous accent and her International Woman Of Mystery leather trench in brown and her...her...I FUCKING HATE HER. And she helps her cause not a bit when she reveals she had Metallicar towed. "KILL HER!" shrieks Raoul. "KILL THE ONE WHO WOULD ASSAULT THE IMPALA'S DIGNITY!" I couldn't agree with you more, my scaly friend, and as I simply will not be able to make it through this scene again because of her wretched presence in it, here's what I remember: Posh Bela's the Alex of whom Ms. "Gertie" Case spoke in the earlier scene, and good ol' Gertie's one of the pommy git's regular customers on the Eastern Seaboard's séance circuit, for you see, Posh Bela's not only cornered the black market in stolen supernatural goods, she's also been cheating little old ladies out of their pensions by performing fake summoning rituals so they might commune with their dearly departed. Such a charmer, this one is! And why are the boys still talking to her? "Because the script says so?!" Raoul helpfully suggests. Once again, I hate it when you're right, my faithful lizardly companion, because she needs to get off the fucking television screen, right fucking now. Oh, and look at that! She's gone. "They should have killed her first!" They're actually of a mind to, Raoul. "Can I shoot her?" Dean glowers once the British aggravation's out of earshot. "Not in public," Sam clenches. Oh, go ahead, Sam. After what she did to your shoulder, it's justifiable homicide.