Also: Whatever, because I think we're supposed to be more concerned about the fact that Our Intrepid Heroes are about to knock over a bank at the moment. And as Perky Megan lifts her head back up to saucily inquire of Dashing El Deano, "How do you want it?" Dean produces a machine gun from his own goddamned jeans and points it at Perky Megan's face to demand all the money in Perky Megan's till, thank you very much. Our Intrepid Heroes then unexpectedly unleash several sputtering rounds of ammo at the ceiling, sending various customers and tellers diving for cover as Darling Sammy bellows, "Hands in the air! Hands in the air!" "You're money's insured," he adds, "so no heroes, okay?" By the way, Darling Sammy's standing right next to one of those height strips all convenience stores and banks have taped next to their entrances, and it's official: Jared Padalecki is eight and a half feet tall. Freak.

Moments later, Our Intrepid Heroes have corralled every last bank customer and employee into the safe, and we can see that Perky Megan's paired her bland beige dress with a pair of white nylons, and for this, she must die. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Along with everyone else in the vault, apparently. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Thanks for nothing, Megan. Yep, after Darling Sammy mutters, "Ya ready?" Dashing El Deano takes a moment to wink at the overhead security camera, and then Our Dear Boys open fire, spraying the cowering -- and prudently off-camera -- throng of hostages with enough bullets to kill every last one of them dead. And when the last of the screaming fades away, Sam and Dean nod at each other in acknowledgement of a massacre well done before stepping directly into the path of this evening's oncoming...