...back forward in time to find Present Sam tippy-toeing his ginormous self out of that ridiculously scenic rustic homestead in the middle of the night, presumably to investigate the recent spate of killings in the greater Bozeman metropolitan area on his own. To his credit, he thoughtfully leaves a note for the still-comatose Dean that explains his absence. Unfortunately, he then proceeds to steal the Impala, so I'm assuming Dean's gonna be wicked pissed, anyway.

Meanwhile, down in the greater Bozeman metropolitan area, a twitchy blonde approaches an excessively hirsute biker-type beneath a graffiti-bedecked highway overpass and fumbles around inside her jeans pockets for enough cash to purchase her next fix. Alas, the twitchy blonde comes up a couple of bucks short, but just as the excessively hirsute biker-type rather bluntly suggests he take out the difference in trade, police sirens erupt nearby, causing the twitchy blonde to flee up to the main road. For his part, the excessively hirsute biker-type chooses to skedaddle deeper into the gloom beneath the overpass, and that's a very bad move on his part, indeed, for barely has he begun to trot off into the distance when a small something darts in from the side of the frame to tackle him to the ground. And by the time the camera catches up with the dimly-lit action, the excessively hirsute biker-type is dead, a small puddle of blood pooling out from beneath his rapidly cooling head to trickle into this evening's first METAL TEETH CHOMP!

The next morning, Dean awakens on the sofa in that ridiculously scenic rustic homestead to find Sam's note, which reads, "BACK IN A fEw DAYS. I'M fINe." Needless to say, Sam's sloppy penmanship sends Dean flying into a vivid rage -- a rage only made worse once he discovers the Impala's missing as well, natch -- and after a quick call to Bobby that ends up being as pointless as everything else in this goddamned episode, he fires up a tiny little circular hand-saw to cut off his cast. Even though it's been all of twenty-one days since Leviathan Edgar ground Our Intrepid Moron's tibia into sparkly bone dust, which means Dean should actually be stuck in that goddamned cast for at least another goddamned month, but as I've already ranted about this stupid fucking development earlier in the recap, I'll just say FUCK YOU, SUPERNATURAL, and keep this moving, okay? "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" Yes, I know you're still asleep, Raoul. Shut up. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!"