...Flutter, Flutter RAAAWWWR! "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!" shrieks Raoul, feeling more than a little giddy over the recent sequence of events. "I am indeed!" Raoul pants in breathless agreement. "Lightheaded, even!" Well, then, how about you compose yourself while I get on with the episode proper? "Oh, you are kind! Please do!" I think I shall.

So, while Raoul pulls his overexcited self back together with a flagon of healing booze, let's join the camera as it pans slowly up Dean's unconscious form as he slumbers in this week's motel room, and don't get your hopes up -- he's entirely covered by a sheet. A passing semi wakes him up, and he spins his head around to look for Darling Sammy, but Sam's bed's empty, because Sam's in the bathroom, hissing something into his cell phone about the lack of electrical storms and crop failures as of late. Dean, knowing his brother's talking to Princess Embolism, allows his eyes to cloud over with suspicion and loathing for a moment before flopping himself back over on his bed to pretend he's still asleep when Sam finally gets off his call. The ruse works and, after Darling Sammy whaps Dean on the legs a couple of times with his shaving kit, Dean stretches and yawns and elaborately rubs at his eyes before wondering what Sam's doing up so early. "Nothing!" Sam basically LIES, then announces he's found them both a case: "Bedford, Iowa -- a guy beat his wife's brains out with a meat tenderizer. And get this -- third local inside two months to gank his wife, no priors on any of them, all happily married." Dean cracks wise regarding Ozzie And Harriet, Sam counters that with a comment involving The Shining, and before you know it, we're off with the boys to...