...the present, where Sam snaps out of his reverie to clench his mighty jaw and dart his frantic eyes from left to right until he realizes Brenna's been staring at him this entire time like he's a lunatic. Darling Sammy nervously clears his throat and asks if he could borrow the case files for a little bit. Obviously eager to get this ginormous crackhead of a freak out of her dining room, Brenna readily agrees. Well, after she offers us all a touching valedictory for her dead husband, but whatever. "I beg your pardon, I'm sure! But where on earth has this evening's gooooooooooooore got to?!" Exactly, Raoul. Next!
Out on the front porch, Sam finally listens to Dean's last voice mail, but that's not important right now, because what is important right now is the fact that Sam's spotted a massive spider web clinging to the side of Chez Sheriff. Well, "spider" "web" -- and "clinging," for that matter -- but you know what they're going for, here. As Sam tippy-toes over to investigate, a familiar chittery clacking hits the soundtrack, and the camera switches over to gift us all with a spider-eye view of his progress across the porch until...Dean pops up from out of nowhere to scare the living shit out of him! DUN! Of course, for his troubles, Dean nearly gets his head blown off -- again -- but once Sam calms down, the two clomp down off the porch and into this evening's next METAL TEETH CHOMP!