Sam tells Dean he needs to speak with him in private, while we get a shot of Roy coupled with some random voice hypothesizing that there is some nutjob in the woods. Dude, look to your own. Sam and Dean find a cozy little forest glen and break out into song and dance with a chorus of animated birds and bunnies. Sam asks Dean for the Daddy Diary, and turns to a page illustrated with a stick figure that for all its worth resembles a figure on this novelty sweatshirt that I had in middle school, where the stick figure has a triangle-shaped head and wiggly lines for hair, and some stupid catchphrase goes along with it and GOOGLE REFUSES TO HELP ME REMEMBER THE CATCHPHRASE OR THE BRAND PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP, WITHOUT GOOGLE I AM NOTHING. ["Fido Dido." -- Sars] Dean is all, "Oh come on! Wendigos are in northern Minnesota!" I knew there was some reason I shy away from northern Minnesota. Besides the Scandinavians, that is. Also, he pronounces it "Wen-dee-go." Yeah. Really. Sam urges Dean to think outside this ridiculous box: "Think about it, Dean. The claws. The way it can mimic a human voice." Dean is appropriately shamed. As he rightly should be. Any self-respecting demon hunter knows that interstate Wen-DEE-go migration is commonly accepted as not only possible but probable. Especially in this day and age!Sam marches back to the others and tells them they all need to get out of there. Sam gets into a ridiculous fight with Roy about who can handle "this thing" and who can't. Ah, the old dilemma of trying save people from their own ignorance of supernatural forces. What a fresh topic for televisual exploration. In any case, the fight seems to go on and on. And on. Roy thinks Sam is a baby, Sam thinks Roy has a "stupid, sorry ass" and blathers on about what a "perfect hunter" this unidentified thing is. Hailey finally jumps in and tells them both to cram it, while the useless "Ben" hovers behind her. She says she isn't leaving the woods without Tommy. Dean observes that it is starting to get dark, and they'll never be able to fight "this thing" in the dark, so they "need to settle in and protect ourselves." Hailey asks, "How?" just as the Metal Teeth of Imminent Commercials sound effect clamps down, and before I have a chance to say, "Change the channel, sweetheart."