Some time later, the Impala swings into a rain-streaked nighttime gas station, and as Dean fills Metallicar's tank out by the pumps, Sam ducks inside the attached convenience store to stock up on supplies. Unfortunately, the clerk almost immediately recognizes Darling Sammy from the wall-to-wall coverage the American media's apparently chosen to devote to the wacky pre-credits hijinks over at The First Bank Of Jericho, so Our Intrepid Idiots have little choice but to flee.

The next morning, two actual, honest-to-God FBI agents peel up to the cordoned-off "Manitoc Savings & Loan" and hop out of their car to quiz one of the local sheriff's deputies on Fake Sam 'N' Dean's latest crime. Or maybe it's crimes, actually, because in addition to the apparent massacre at the Manitoc Savings & Loan, Our Inauthentic Heroes also took out a convenience store somewhere, according to the deputy. Special Agent Valenti, who looks like an infant but in fact is pushing thirty, gets inappropriately stoked that they're tracking an actual pair of actual spree killers. Special Agent Buzzkill testily reminds his much-younger partner that actual pairs of actual spree killers equal actual piles of actual paperwork, and Special Agent Buzzkill would likely continue bitching in that very boring vein for an extremely lengthy period of time, I'm sure, were it not for Special Agent Valenti's cell phone bleeping to inform them that Our Actual Heroes were just spotted mere moments ago at a gas station "about a thousand miles" away. The actual, honest-to-God FBI agents puzzle over Sam and Dean's miraculous and well-documented ability to slip through wormholes in time and space in order to travel a thousand miles in under three minutes, and then we're off to...