...Manse Melanie, where the lady of the house reveals that her late grandmother had also been struck with a detailed premonition of her own spectacular demise shortly before said spectacular demise transpired. The Dapper Duo, perched side by side on Miss Melanie's tasteful sofa, listen intently as Melanie notes, "She said she was in a séance, then the lights go, it's freezing..." "Wait," Darling Sammy interrupts. "She said that? That the room got cold?" Melanie's all, "Um. Yeah. Is that important?" Our Intrepid Heroes exchange A Look Fraught With Significance and silently agree to blow their cover, with Dean delicately explaining that the mediums of Lily Dale are being offed by an actual, honest-to-God ghost. Melanie takes a moment to absorb that unsettling bit of information, then sighs, "I need a drink." "Atta girl!"

Afterwards, Sam and Dean descend the steps from Melanie's front porch, loudly processing their way through recent developments as they go. It's clear to them that they're not dealing with "your average spook tied to a house," and as Lily Dale is "packed with people summoning spirits," the boys have little choice but to "split up and canvass" the town. Which they do, after a bit of grumbling from Dashing El Deano regarding Sullen Sammy's ongoing bout of whiny pissiness.

Elsewhere, Melanie's as-yet-unnamed friend -- here doing business as "Sister Thibodeaux," a garishly attired island-accented nightmare in the Miss Cleo mold -- counsels an anxious and extremely gullible client regarding the latter's utterly irrelevant woes, and when that's over and done with, we watch as Sister Thibodeaux stashes her hefty fee away in a lockbox until...she's struck by a debilitating premonition right there in the middle of her parlor! DUN! Sister Thibodeaux's eyes flip milky-white, her breath streams visibly from her mouth in the sudden and drastic chill now enveloping the room, and she witnesses herself being choked to death by a pair of pale, bony hands as her cunning and incongruously chipper little cuckoo clock strikes two. It's enough to send the woman reeling backwards in shock, and barely has she composed herself again when...

...Miss Melanie materializes on her doorstep with Dashing El Deano at her side. "It's okay," Melanie assures her. "Like I said on the phone, he can help." "Phony lawman, huh?" Melanie's friend scoffs as she lets them in, and because I'm already sick of typing out "Melanie's friend" and "Sister Thibodeaux" over and over again, I'm just gonna spoil you all right here and now and start referring to this woman by her actual character name, which is "Camille," which we don't find out about until right before she dies. You can thank me later. "Okay!" In any event, Camille recounts the details of her debilitating premonition for Dashing El Deano's benefit. Unfortunately, her debilitating premonition did not include a clear view of her attacker's face. Fortunately, Camille's rigged up a tiny and artfully concealed video camera to capture all activity in her parlor, for whatever bizarre and paranoid reason, so Dean hooks the thing up to Camille's computer, and the three are soon scanning the footage for any pertinent information. A haze of supernaturally induced interference clouds the screen at a key moment, but Dean's somehow magically able to clarify the image, and we can see that Camille's spectral assailant is a primly dressed and dour woman from the late Victorian era. "You know," Melanie frowns as she stares at the spirit's unsmiling face, "I swear I've seen her -- like in a painting, or something." "One of those old photos in the museum!" she suddenly remembers, so it's off to...