In any event, The Last Warren hustles into the driver's seat and guns his car's engine down the manse's lengthy driveway until the motor unexpectedly splutters and chugs and shudders to a stop. Our Intrepid Heroes instantly realize this is likely due to the presence of something ethereal and foul-minded, and Dean takes off to fetch one of the sawed-off shotguns while Sam vaults a low fence to rush to The Last Warren's aid. Alas, the ghoul's already menacing The Last Warren from inside the car! DUzzzzzzzzzzz! This evening's people-slaughtering spirit takes the form of a very damp pirate, by the way, and while he's missing the obligatory eye patch and parrot, I do believe he is sporting a hook at the end of his right arm. So, Damp Dick, The Moist Menace Of The Seven Seas, telekinetically jams down the car's locks and presses his ejaculating palm against The Last Warren's face. The Last Warren immediately spews salt water all over the dashboard, and he continues to choke on and spit up the stuff until he at long last slumps against the steering wheel, drowned. Our Intrepid Heroes arrive far too late at the exact same time despite the fact that Sam got a lengthy head start on Dean, because this episode blows, and I want to die. Just not, you know, by choking on seawater in my living room, because that would be messy. "And it would simply ruin that cunning little laptop of yours!" shrieks Raoul. In any event, and despite the futility of such action, Dean nevertheless blasts a round of rock salt into Damp Dick's soggy head, and the ghost evaporates instantly in a spray of glass shattered from the passenger's-side window. Sam yanks open the driver's-side door and pushes The Last Warren's corpse back in its seat. The dead man's head lolls backwards, and a stream of saltwater pours from his gaping mouth all the way down into the METAL TEETH CHOMP!