Stately Padalecki Manor. With the help of a wedding photo -- placed next to a loving close-up of the "Padaleckis'" favorite alpaca, naturally -- the boys eventually figure out that "Genevieve" is "Jared's" wife, and after much hemming and hawing and stuttering and stammering and generally unfunny "banter" between the three, "Genevieve" rises to head off to that evening's benefit dinner for "The International Otter Adoption Charity." She kisses Sam goodbye and boobs her way on out of there with one of her goddamned bra straps showing, for Christ's sweet sake, leaving the boys alone to...
...scour the Internet for cheap deals on saints' relics. Unfortunately, the cheapest they find is going for $120,000. Fortunately, they remember that they're fabulously wealthy, so Sam yanks out one of "Jared's" credit cards, and with a few clicks of the mouse, they're all set to receive some poor Mexican schlep's wristbone the following morning. By the way, I suppose it would be remiss of me not to mention the decor in "Jared's" study: Two full suits of armor flanking a desk that holds a pair of sure-to-be-genuine Remington bronzes, over which looms a huge black-and-white photograph of "Jared Padalecki" dressed up like Randolph Scott. It's deeply weird. Anyway, now that their Internet scouring is done for the evening, Dean decides to crash out on one of the leather sofas while Sam goes for a leisurely stroll through the manse.
Turns out it's an incredibly lengthy leisurely stroll, for by the time he once again reaches the entrance hall, "Genevieve" is already returning from her benefit. They exchange awkward pleasantries until Sam decides to pump her for information like so: "Do you remember, the year before last, all those disasters?" "Disasters?" "Genevieve" blinks. "Yeah, the whole earthquake spike," Sam prompts. "Genevieve" stares at him. "Y'know," he bumbles, soldiering on, "the 9.2 in Rome? The 8.5 outside Boston? The whole east-west tsunami chain?" As it turns out, "Genevieve" does remember all of those...from last season, on his show. D'OH! "You have been Sam Winchester way too long," "Genevieve" shakes her head, and I can't say I disagree with her on that one. She goes up as far as she can on her tippy-toes to give him a little sugar, then drags him upstairs to get her some. Atta girl.
The next morning, Sam retrieves his package of relics from a private jet out on the tarmac at Vancouver International under the watchful eyes of Chauffeur Man and Dean, who are parked in the SUV a few hundred feet away. "Sorry to pry," Chauffeur Man opens, not sounding terribly sorry at all, "but why are we picking up packages at 8 AM that haven't cleared Customs yet?" D'OH! "Just saving time," Dean lamely explains with a tremendous and tremendously false smile plastered across his face. "We're not doing anything illegal, are we?" Chauffeur Man asks as Sam hops into the back seat with his incredibly illegal box. "Would it make you feel better if we said no?" Sam shoots back, all wide-eyed innocence. "No," Chauffeur Man admits, and with that, he keys the SUV's engine to deliver them to the studio.