...Present-Day Bobby offering them both a verbal smackdown in the form of "Okay, what's going on with you two? You're bickering like an old married couple!" "Married couples can get divorced," Dean snorts. "Me and him?" he continues, rising from his perch on one of the beds with a dismissive thumb hiked in Sam's direction as he heads towards the kitchenette. "We're like Siamese twins." "It's conjoined twins!" Sam howls, brimming with politically correct outrage. Hee. "See what I mean?" Dean shrugs. Sam shoots a couple of Death Glares at the back of Dean's head before calming himself enough to assure Bobby that they've just been cooped up together in that sordid little hotel room for too long, and are naturally getting on each other's nerves. Sam then redirects their guest's attention towards the matter at hand, noting that they decided to pursue the haunting angle by taking a look at The Formerly Lecherous Professor's former office themselves, and FLASHBACK!