Elsewhere, Dashing El Deano pulls this week's crapped-out piece of automotive trash over to a curb somewhere dark and remote and makes deliberate note of the terribly convenient lack of cell service in the area while Stupid Jeffrey tells his shaggy mutt to behave, and the fact that they dragged Stupid Jeffrey's dog along on this little jaunt of theirs should have clued me in on the fact that Something's Not Quite Right With Stupid Jeffrey, but alas! I totally didn't see where they were going with this dog stuff until they actually arrived. I mean, I knew the dog would be biting it at some point in the evening, but I didn't anticipate how it eventually went down at all. And now I feel like a moron. Sigh. Anyway, Dashing El Deano and Stupid Jeffrey disembark to clompy-stomp and limp their respective ways toward a bleak, abandoned warehouse.
Meanwhile, back at the library, Darling Sammy tippy-toes through the stacks until he finds...Marjorie and that leather-jacketed gent, grinding up against each other in her discontinued periodicals section! Wah. Wah. Waaaaaaaaah!
Warehouse. Dean rams open the flimsy front door and proceeds to deploy a little flashlight-fu as he and Stupid Jeffrey make with a little tippy-toeing of their own to investigate the place. At one point, Dean whips out his trusty Knife That Can Kill Anything Except When It Usually Can't, and he and Stupid Jeffrey creep further into the dank recesses of the bleak, abandoned warehouse until they stumble across...a bunch of graffiti painted on the wall! DUN! Oh, wait a minute -- I think that's actually a bunch of demon-specific sigils and such, but whatever. They pitch this massive collective freak-out over some paint, is what I'm saying. And when that's over and done with, Dean shoves Stupid Jeffrey into a dark corner while he himself continues to investigate the dank recesses of the bleak, abandoned warehouse alone, and just when I start to wonder why Dim Dean didn't think to sling some sort of Demon-B-Gon amulet around Stupid Jeffrey's neck before he so carelessly abandoned the guy in the middle of their presumed adversary's lair, Dean's flashlight-fu picks out the slumped-over figure of some hapless wretch who's been lashed to a chair. This new guy's got an ear off, by the way, which becomes apparent only when Dean heedlessly edges over for a closer look, and the moment Dean starts futzing with the ropes that are binding this guy to the chair, New Guy's eyes snap open, and he starts hyperventilating about something he's spotted just over Dean's shoulder. Dean of course misinterprets New Guy's incoherent flailing as a fit of post-demonic stress disorder, and he foolishly continues to futz with the ropes until...Sneaky Stupid Jeffrey stabs a hypodermic into his neck! Dun-dun-DUN! Sneaky Stupid Jeffrey empties the entire needle into Deceived El Deano's carotid, and Our Temporarily Bested Hero falls unconscious into this evening's next METAL TEETH CHOMP!