Back on this pissant little burg's main drag, Doctor Doc receives The Vaguely Demonic Cell Phone Call Of Gory Shotgun Mayhem And Doom at the base of the clock, just as he did in Sam's premonition. Sam anxiously eyes the Blue Ridge bus passing on cue, so he races across the street to leap the steps into the hardware store that also sells shotguns. He frantically looks around, trying to figure out a way to prevent his premonition from coming to pass, and settles on the store's burglar alarm, which he trips into its full, whooping glory. He skitters back outside just in time to watch Doctor Doc bite his tongue and shake his head in confusion before turning away, headed towards points unknown. Don't get too frisky with that sigh of relief just yet, Sammy boy, 'cause here comes Andy rolling down the street in your brother's car, chatting away on his cell. And then, unbeknownst to Sam, Doctor Doc takes another call. D'OH!

Back at Barbarivan, Dean's answered his own phone to find Sam yelling, "Andy's got the Impala!" "I know," Dean steams, "he just sort of asked me for it, and then I let him take it." "It's mind control, man!" Just then, Sam swings his head around to find Doctor Doc stepping in front of a speeding bus and SPLAT! A fairly meaty SPLAT at that, given the good Doctor Doc's girth. One of Doctor Doc's shoes goes whirling off through the air as the bus whips through the frame. The camera leaps back over to Sam's impressive gape of horror and dismay until everything's swallowed up by the METAL TEETH CHOMP!

We slide past a couple of EMTs drawing a black blanket over Dead Doctor Doc's credulity-straining intact form to land on a mournful Sammy perched upon a curb a little further down the sidewalk. Dean, squatting beside him, offers a comforting pat on the back as Sam moans, "I kept him out of the gun store...thought he was okay, thought he was past it." "I should have stayed with him," Sam sighs. Dean blinks.