That first CHOMP!-less commercial break, by the way, opens with a fake corporate branding advertisement for a Monsanto-like multinational named "Sucrocorp," which I'm guessing is a fully-owned subsidiary of Richard Roman Enterprises. Call it a hunch. The thirty-second spot's not nearly as threatening as the similarly-themed corporate branding ad featured in Michael Collins, and it's not anywhere as entertaining as the last fake commercial they produced for this show, so I'm going to ignore it. Well, except for the fact that I just typed out about hundred goddamned words about the thing, of course.
Back from the break, we return to Adorkably Quirky Super-Hacker™ Felicia Day®'s apartment to find that Our Idiot Morons have already brought Adorkably Quirky Super-Hacker™ Felicia Day® up to speed on everything. They ask for her help breaking into Richard Roman's e-mail account and while she's more than happy to provide them with that particular service, it seems Mr. Roman has a private e-mail server in his office, so they won't be reading Mr. Roman's personal correspondence anytime soon. Unless Adorkably Quirky Super-Hacker™ Felicia Day® agrees to LIE her way past security on the executive floor, of course. She initially balks at this proposition but, after realizing The Leviathans intend to eat everyone she knows, she agrees and the three huddle around her laptop to devise a strategy. Oh and while she's in the building, she's also going to erase Probably-Dead Frank's purloined hard drive, because it's actually of no use to anyone. I told you there was no reason for these fuckwits to drive to Chicago tonight. GAH! ANY-way, while all that's going on, the for-now-invisible Dead Bobby lurks in a corner, listening to everything they say until he silently stumbles across a cunning plan.
That evening finds the boys cramped inside a camouflaged surveillance van procured and wired for them by the redoubtable Adorkably Quirky Super-Hacker™ Felicia Day®. For some reason, she's rerouted the building's security camera feeds through her own laptop so Dimwit Sammy might set them all on a fifteen-minute loop once Adorkably Quirky Super-Hacker™ Felicia Day® swings into action and no, I don't know why that's necessary and no, I don't particularly care, but the live video they're watching now of Adorkably Quirky Super-Hacker™ Felicia Day® nervously twittering about the forecourt of Richard Roman Enterprises does allow the eagle-eyed Dumbass El Deano a chance to note that Dead Bobby's sneakily placed his Magical Traveling Flask in Adorkably Quirky Super-Hacker™ Felicia Day®'s backpack. D'OH! "What the hell's he thinking?" Dean scowls. "He's not," Sam frowns and Sam suggests they call off the entire mission in order to retrieve the errant Magical Traveling Flask, but Dean insists they move forward as planned as "they only got one shot at this." Yeah, whatever you say, Sugar Lips.