ZAP! Sam and Dean materialize in the middle of a busy street in the middle of the pouring rain, and must therefore dodge various wood-paneled station wagons and spectacularly exploding Pintos to scamper over to the sidewalk, and while the town surrounding them might look an awful lot like River Grove, Oregon, it is actually Lawrence, Kansas, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred seventy-eight, as they will presently confirm for themselves. They must first, however, contend with a broken angel, for the jaunt back in time has left My Poor Sweet Baboo battered and bleeding in the gutter. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" shrieks Raoul, positively plotzing atop his overstuffed armchair for some bizarre reason over this entirely predictable turn of events, and Raoul, honey: Chill. "But the darling little lamb is coughing up blood!" Relax! It's just a convenient little bit of contrivance to remove him from the remainder of this evening's action, in order to force Sam and Dean to deal with Anna by themselves. "Really?!" Swear to God. "You promise!?" I do. "Well! What a relief!" Now, may I continue? "You may!" Rrrrgh.

ANY-way, while Dashing El Deano tucks the conveniently injured Castiel into bed in The Prairie Court Motel's Honeymoon Suite for the duration, Darling Sammy makes like he's Marty McFly in Back To The Future by ripping a page from the phone book in a booth out on the sidewalk. Once Dean's rejoined him, the two banter about ubiquitous pornstaches and pot-dealing hotel managers for a bit until Sam confirms that the phone book says their soon-to-be parents currently reside at "485 Robin Tree," and the next thing we know, Our Intrepid Heroes are...