...some wacky baby-related hijinks at the supermarket! Boudreaux's Butt Paste is carefully product-placed before Dean goes on a tear down the baby aisle. Bendy Lisa has a relatively new niece, you see, so Dean's acquired a bit of expertise in this area over the last year. He efficiently fills their shopping cart with disposable diapers, baby wipes, and the like until The Fresh Infant starts in with the low-key whining. "We gotta get moving," Dean grunts. "Waterworks in T-minus ten." Sam races up to the registers with The Fresh Infant while Dean -- wackily! -- loads up on the remaining items they'll need for the duration, but by the time Dean's reached the front of the store, The Fresh Infant has begun unleashing a series of full-throated wails. "Make it stop!" Sam spits. "How?" Dean bumbles back. "Everyone's staring at us like we're child abusers!" Sam bitchfaces. No, Sam, they're staring because there are two of you, which means that one of you can take your caterwauling brat out to the goddamned parking lot like a normal human being while the other settles the bill. The situation continues to deteriorate until a kindly little lady of a certain age stops by to coo, "Awwww! What's the matter?" Dean gawps at her, momentarily speechless. "What's his name?" the kindly lady prompts. Of course, Dean blurts "John" while Sam yelps "Bobby," so Our Intrepid Idiots mash the two together to end up with the atrocious "Bobby John," which makes the poor infant sound like he's some inbred hillbilly dirt-eater who's missing a chromosome or ten.
The kindly lady relieves Dean of the infant, quickly soothes the kid, and graciously offers to change the child's wet diaper, as Sam and Dean "look exhausted." Dean politely fake-laughs at this, somehow managing to spin himself around to the point where he can easily see the security monitors set up on an adjacent checkout counter in the process. Of course, the kindly lady appears on the screen as some sort of mutant hellbeast with glowing eyes, so Dean quickly tones down the faux affability to request the return of the infant, now. "I'm happy to help," the shapeshifter smiles. "Give me the baby before I stab you in your neck," Dean demands. Sam makes to chide his horrifically rude lout of a brother, but Dean simply hikes a thumb back in the monitors' general direction. Sam spots the mutant hellbeast's glowing eyes on the screen just as the mutant hellbeast in question darts off through the supermarket with the infant curled up tightly in its arms, so the boys give chase, with Dean lunging after the shapeshifter itself while Sam thunders around the other side of the registers in an attempt to head it off at the exit.