Commercials. Officer Hottie and Dean walk down a sidewalk carrying coffee cups. Where are they and what were they doing all night? It sort of looks like they're filming right next to the catering table. Nothing like saving a few bucks here and there. Dean asks why she's helping him, and she tells him that her brother disappeared three years ago in similar circumstances, and so she decided to project her own grief onto this case. Great police work, lady.Driving down a country road, Dean spots a turnoff. They start to investigate, but Officer Hottie tells Dean he has to stay by the car. He refuses, and she points out that he's "a civilian, and a felon." Heh. He continues to refuse, and it looks like she's going to let him tag along. But first, she asks, does he promise to stay out of anything dangerous? Dean promises, but we all know his fingers are crossed behind his back. Then she wants to shake on the promise. What, no pinky swear? Dean extends his hand, and while they shake, she pulls handcuffs out of her sleeve and claps them on his wrist. Nothing restrains a man like one wrist handcuffed to the air. They then magically teleport back twenty feet to the squad car, where she locks the other handcuff onto the door handle. Dean is exasperated; Officer Hottie goes off to investigate. Dean mutters that he has to start carrying paper clips.