Dean makes first contact, snatching at the shapeshifter's arm. Unfortunately for him, it's apparently on the verge of a full molt, so Dean just ends up with a soggy strip of skin in his hand. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Sam makes it around the far corner at the very last second, and basically body-checks the beast just inside the supermarket's front doors. "VIOLENCE!" Why the sheer force of this collision does not reduce The Fresh Infant to a crimson smear of blood and baby guts across Sam's remarkably broad and healthy chest, I'll never know. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" But Sam does manage to wrestle The Fresh Infant away from the shapeshifter, and as Dean comes from behind to tackle it to the floor, Sam skedaddles out into the parking lot to fire up the Charger. Meanwhile, Dean's somehow managed to whip out a silver switchblade of his own, but just as he's about to gut the creature, the supermarket manager comes roaring around a corner, and the shapeshifter pulls this piteous old lady schtick out of its unnatural ass to whimper, "Help me! He's hurting me!" The manager hauls Dean off the grisly thing on the floor, and Dean plays nice for the briefest of moments before bolting for the parking lot, where he hops into the Charger's back seat and starts hollering, "Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, GO!" Sam quite literally burns rubber on the parking lot asphalt, and the Charger jumps towards the street just seconds before the shapeshifter flies out the door. The shapeshifter, however, has excellent vision, and makes note of the Charger's Illinois license plate -- I4Z 0892, for those of you playing along at home -- before the car vanishes from sight.

Out on some brilliantly lit backwoods lane, Sam busies himself putting as many miles between Our Intrepid Heroes and the supermarket monster as he can while Dean wrestles with The Fresh Infant's car seat. "The hell does a 'shifter want with a baby, anyway?" Dean grunts. "And how the hell did it find us?" "It could have been following me this whole time," Sam's depressed to realize, "since the baby's house." Dean determines their best course of action at the moment involves getting off the damn roads, already, and squirreling The Fresh Infant away somewhere safe. Sam's all, "Right-o!" and from there, we're off to...

...a secluded cul-de-sac somewhere quite close, I'm guessing, where we find a local sheriff's deputy requesting an ID on a certain Illinois license plate. The camera travels across the front of the prowler to take in the officer behind the wheel, the open-eyed corpse of the actual officer in the passenger seat because the first guy's the frigging shapeshifter, and, finally, the puddle of sticky goo and discarded clothing that are all that remains of the seemingly kindly little lady in the supermarket. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!"