They decide that the circumstances seem suspicious enough to stick around and investigate. Sam tells Dean that he saw a motel a few miles back, and Dean whips his head around to give Sam a disgusted look as if to say, "Not so fast, mister! You haven't even complimented my dress yet!" Dean wants to stay for another round, Sam wants to "get an early start." Dean is annoyed: "You really know how to have fun, dontcha Grandma?" Hee. Dean throws one more dart, and tells Sam he'll meet him outside because he has to "take a leak." Boys.
Outside, Sam walks past a row of parked motorcycles to the musical accompaniment of sputtering cycle engines. Two enormous dudes in leather tassels shoulder past him into the bar. The dreaded dragging noises start up again, and Sam pulls out a weenie-ass flashlight to peer under a car. His weenie-ass flashlight proves to have been foreshadowing, as Sam has a weenie-ass reaction to a hissing tabby cat underneath the car. He chuckles and shakes his head. He sort of stumbles through the parking lot for no real reason, and then stops in between two cars. Cut to a shot of his feet from underneath one of the cars, and a series of brass horns farts loudly on the soundtrack.Dean comes out of the bar into the foggy parking lot. He passes the cat, now perched on the trunk of a car. Dean finds Sam's little research papers -- including their father's journal? Because Sam had that thing, and that would be problematic for them to lose -- on the trunk of the Metallicar, creaks open the driver's side door, doesn't see Sam, and then starts looking around frantically. The soundtrack is all allegro strings and I really wish Dean would do some interpretive dance here. Apparently it is now closing time because streams of bikers and other assorted working-class heroes file out of the bar. Dean accosts a man wearing a headband (yes!) and a long beard, to ask if he's been outside in the last hour or so. No dice. Dean darts to and fro, calling out, "Sam!" and "Sammy!" He looks about him until he notices security cameras trained on the lot. He then walks out into the middle of the road, for no reason other than for us to get a shot of him isolated against the dark and lonely road, and says under his breath, "Sam." Metal Teeth Chomp.
Daytime, outside the sheriff's department. Inside the office, a policewoman with ice-cold eyes looks over a badge and asks "Officer Washington" what she can do for him. Dean looks rather nervous as he blurts out that he's working a missing persons case. She seems confused, thinking he's there to investigate the Jenkins (guy from beginning) disappearance. Dean clarifies that he's looking for his cousin, who disappeared the night before after the two were out drinking at a bar. Um, sort of not the most convincing missing persons report I've heard. Officer Hottie concurs: "Does your cousin have a drinking problem?" Dean quips, "Sam? Two beers and he's doing karaoke." Now THAT is an episode we'd like to see, Kripke! Dean is sure Sam was taken. Officer Hottie asks for Sam's last name, and when Dean provides it, she asks, "Like the rifle?" She sits down to put Sam's name into a "Police Records Search." Kudos to set design for coming up with a realistic-looking computer platform. Usually, when someone uses a computer on television, the screen looks like Pong circa 1973. The record comes up on screen, and I'll go ahead and put it all down here on the off chance that everybody reading this recap hasn't already jotted the info down in their glittered Sam-n-Dean-n-Me 4EVA notebooks. Sam Winchester: