Over in the abandoned hovel Our Intrepid Heroes requisitioned for their stay in Bristol because they apparently ran out of the pool-sharking cash required to rent an actual motel room, a frenzied Dean barks, "Hop to, wouldya?" as he shoves his clothes into a duffel bag. "We can't go," Sam glumly announces from his perch atop an absolutely filthy abandoned mattress. "Uh, yeah, we can," Dean duhs, but his solid bit of reasoning, there, is all for naught, for Sam and his recently restored conscience have been furiously Googling Bristol on the Interwebs, and they've discovered that a similar series of disappearances plagued the town about a year ago, only that time, it was men who went missing. "Something's here," Darling Sammy insists, "so either we didn't stop it, or we only thought we did." Dean points out that the "gender bend" between last year's victims and the recent spate of vanished brunettes equals "a totally different M.O.," and besides, he argues, "There is a reason that hunters don't hit the same town over again: We have a habit of leaving messes behind!" Sam attempts to splutter something relevant, but Dean loudly out-talks him to lecture, "One of [our worthless bastard of a so-called father's] rules? 'You never use the same crapper twice!'" "Everyone uses the same crapper twice," Sam counters, but Dean will not be swayed, and he again insists they skedaddle, pronto. Darling Sammy and His Recently Restored Conscience heave a tremendously put-upon sigh and, long story short, they browbeat and guilt-trip Dreary El Deano into seeing the current case through, regardless of the danger said course of action might represent with regards to Capital-D Death's obviously shoddy Wall. "All right," Dean reluctantly concedes, "I'll follow up with the brunettes, you see what you can get from the cops."

Cut to the former abode of the unfortunate Nicole Handler, where we find Dean -- once again all dolled up in his FBI drag -- interviewing Unfortunate Nicole's longtime roommate "April," and wow. That's some cleft April's got in her chin. "I find it makes her look terribly distinguished!" Oh, Raoul. Your recent Vancouver excursion has left you far too congenial by half. "I do feel unusually invigorated and refreshed, I must admit!" Yeah, we'll see how long that lasts. "Hey!" And while Raoul works himself up into a righteous snit over my last remark, let's listen in to what April has to say, shall we?