Commercials. In a hotel room, John incredulously asks, "A vision?" Sam explains that this has happened before, and Dean jumps in, saying his brother used to get nightmares but now he gets them when he's awake. Sam thinks that the visions get stronger the closer he gets to the demon. John cranks, "When were you gonna tell me about this?" Both Sam and Dean look at their deadbeat father like, so we're really going to do it like this? Dean shortly responds that they didn't know what the visions meant. Daddy dopes, "Something like this happens, you pick up the phone and call me." Oh, it's on! Dean clunks down whatever he's fiddling with over in the corner and rushes past Sam to confront the asshole. "Call you? You kidding me? I called you from Lawrence. Sam called you when I was dying. Getting you on the phone, I got a better chance of winning the lottery." LOVE. Pained looks all around. John responds, like only the most boring of crazy men can, "You're right. Although I'm not crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right." How can I be so simultaneously outraged and bored to death? It's like every time John says something I halfway raise out of my seat, ready to go all Z-snap on the dude, but then fall back into the couch and doze off for a minute.