Later that evening, a reflective Dean's changed into some plaid flannel from the uncomfortable shirt-and-tie combo he'd worn to their mother's party, and he's crashed out on the sofa in his apartment while Carmen grabs him a bottle of El Sol from the fridge. After she joins him on the couch, he admits he's deeply disappointed that he and Sam don't get along as well as they should. Carmen offers some words of advice, but what's most important about this little scene is when Dean confides that just recently, he's felt like he's been given a second chance at life, and he wants to atone for all of his apparent transgressions. That's crazy talk to Carmen, of course, but she agrees that whatever he's been going through lately has been for the better, and they mack for a bit until she rises to get ready for her night shift at the hospital, where she's a nurse. Dean marvels at the respectability of his girlfriend's profession -- I guess he thought he'd end up with a stripper -- and after she's gone, he finds himself channel surfing in the middle of the night, despite the fact that the time-stamp on Bloomberg News claims it's 9 AM Central. Ooops. In any event, he eventually lands on the KJLT Channel 15 news, which features Sign Number Eleven That Things Are Not Quite Right With El Deano: A story on the one-year anniversary of the crash of United Britannia Flight 424. Dean shoots forward in his seat. "We stopped that!"
Not according to the online news archive of the Indianapolis Sun, you didn't. In fact, 108 people died when the flight went down outside of Pittsburgh a year ago -- which, according to the masthead, was December 5, 2005, and I'm not sure if that's Sign Number Twelve That Things Are Not Quite Right With El Deano Because Who In The Hell Has A Lawn To Mow In Kansas In December For Christ's Sake, or if it's simply another example of shitty, nonexistent-budget production design, but at this point, I don't really care. We're already halfway through this episode, there has been NO GORE WHATSOEVER, and all of this alternate reality crap is starting to bore me, so let's kick this plot in its ass to get it moving. "Gore?! Did you just say GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!?" Yes, Raoul, I did, but only to note the lack of it. "Rats!" By the way, who are you reading about now? "Marie Prevost! And after her, it's Lupe VÃ©lez!" Oh, again? "I just can't help myself! It's all just so sordidly delicious!"