Out in the hall, Dean accuses Sam of cockblockage, but we'll be skipping past that asinine assertion in favor of processing our way through the information dump Dean proceeds to drop into our collective lap at this moment. Seems all three of this evening's accused murderers gave thousands of dollars to exotic entertainers at a local night spot called, charmingly enough, The Honey Wagon, and while each gentleman claims his stripper was different from the others' they all described their ladies in exactly the same manner: "Perfect, and everything that they wanted." Super-Smart Sammy quickly determines they've got some sort of demonic love spell on their hands, but as far as Cheery El Deano's concerned, that's all beside the point. "Strippers, Sammy!" he grins as they finally reach the Impala. "Strippers!" he repeats, positively elated. "We are on an actual case involving strippers, finally!" Aw. He's so cute when he sets his sights so low. And with Diminished Expectations El Deano thus enthused, the boys embark, and we're off to...