Back inside that ridiculously scenic rustic homestead, Dean and Sam blather about The Uncertain State Of Poor Darling Sammy's Fragile Little Mind -- again, SOME MORE -- until even Dean decides he's had enough of this lame-ass bullshit and falls into a Coma Of Boredom as well. This allows Sam some time to peruse his copy of that afternoon's Bozeman Times, and from what I can see of the article, it would appear that the corpse of a 35-year-old smack addict named Steve Thomason has been found in "Livingston Park," much to the dismay of a local resident, whom the paper quotes as stating, "I'm afraid to go outside my house, and not just because I'm allergic to the sun." Sad, isn't it, that I am now far more interested in learning more about that extremely photosensitive Livingston local than I am in watching the rest of this episode? Sigh. In any event, Sam settles back in his chair to furrow his mighty brow, which is our cue to get bitch-slapped straight into this evening's first...

...FLASHBACK! We arrive in an very damp and very, very yellow Lincoln, Nebraska, in 1998 to find Wee Sam sitting on a park bench, folding up a newspaper of his own whilst informing the unfortunately never-seen Teen Dean via antique cell phone that the monster they're looking for is "something called a Kitsune." And once again, there was no need for me to link to the relevant Wikipedia entry for that particular mythological beastie because Kitsunes on this show are actually, as Wee Sam puts it, things that "look human 'til they sprout out claws and stab you behind your ear to get to your brain," which is disappointing, because I think we've already seen more than a few things that look human 'til they sprout out something to stab you behind your ear to get to your brain on this show, but I don't have time to bitch about that now because we've already shot...