This Week's Hovel. A jittery Sam nearly shoots Dean in the face when the latter returns from points unknown entirely unannounced, and once things settle down, the two banter about Sam's fresh fugitive status for a bit until they refocus their attentions on the case at hand. Dean's done a little more digging, and discovered that Soulless Sammy was, as we've already seen, quite the humongous slut during his last sojourn in Bristol. "I gotta admit," Dean grins, "I'm impressed." As are we all, Dean. As are we all. "Atta girl!" Shhhh! "Ooops! Hee!" Anyway, Dean would delve further into that particular topic, I'm sure, were it not for the scratchy interruption from the police scanner Sam's set up on one of the hovel's rotting tables. They instantly realize it's a general notification of yet another missing brunette, so Dean volunteers to check it out while Sam remains far away from prying eyes in the hovel. Of course, the instant Dean's gone, Sam lunges for his jacket and heads out the door, because he is a moron.

Cuckold Estates. Dean emerges from his interview with Scowling Don and immediately dials Sam's cell. The call falls instantly into voice mail, leaving Dean little choice but to growl, "Answer the phone, dammit -- I found the connection between the missing chicks: You nailed all of them!" "Atta girl!" Dean, completely ignoring Raoul's vociferous shrieks of approval, continues, "The texts, the victims, all of it -- it's a trap for you! Call me back." And with that, he crawls into the Impala's front seat to drive away.