Meanwhile, Soulless Sammy's taking his time strolling through that damn clearing, and when his eagle eyes spot a swatch of Pre-Apocalypse Sam's brown corduroy jacket hunkered down behind a log, he squeezes off two shots that somehow miraculously hit their target dead-on. One problem: Cunning Pre-Apocalypse Sam had stripped off his jacket and wadded it behind that log as a decoy, and he now calmly steps up behind Soulless Sammy to blow a massive hole through the latter's heretofore remarkably healthy chest. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Soulless Sammy flops face first into the dirt, dead, and his eye-searingly white essence, or whatever, spurts upwards from his rapidly cooling corpse to slam into Pre-Apocalypse Sam, who shudders and jerks just as...

...Catatonic Sam does the same in the panic room. Dean freaks and moves to restrain Catatonic Sam, but the epileptic spasms cease almost as quickly as they'd begun, and as Catatonic Sam falls back down against the cot...

...Partially Reconstituted Sam trudges back up to the road, where he finds the barmaid waiting for him, leaning against the Impala with a hard expression on her face. "I remember who I am," he begins as he wearily approaches her, "and everything I did this past year." "And I remember you," he adds, making an effort to meet her unblinking gaze. The barmaid allows a small, cryptic smile to pass across her face, and the screen flares white to dump us into...

...yet another flashback, this of yet another actual event we never before witnessed. Some Mother-sent monster with crimson eyes has the barmaid by her throat, deploying her as a human shield while Soulless Sammy approaches from the opposite side of that tavern from the top of the hour. "Walk away," the monster calls out, "or the girl dies!" Soulless Sammy considers his options, then blasts a hole in the barmaid's stomach. "VIOLENCE!" bays Raoul, writhing uncontrollably about atop his overstuffed armchair in absolute paroxysms of alcoholic glee, for he is half in the bag at this point. "WANTON ACTS OF UNREPENTANT BARMAID-SLAUGHTERING VIOLENCE AND GOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Are we enjoying ourselves? "[Slurp!]" I'll take that as a yes. "There goes your leverage," Soulless Sammy smirks, and as he fires off one last flashback shot that presumably takes out the crimson-eyed beast as well, the screen flares white again to whisk us back to...