Dean sticks a fry in his mouth, because he does his best talking when it's full of food. "All right, so where do we go from here?" The battle's done, and we kind of won, so we'll sound our victory cheer. Tell me, where do we go from here? Sorry, I'd promise that won't ever happen again, but I'd have to be a LYING LIAR WHO LIES. Sam's not sure. Things have looked quiet, lately. It's been three episodes since he's had sex, so Dean ogles a woman who passes their table, while Sam whips out his laptop (not a euphemism) and notes there's been one report of a vengeful spirit. He passes the computer to Dean as he gives him the back-story. "Up in Concrete, Washington -- eyewitness reports of a ghost that's been haunting the showers of a women's health facility." Dean nearly chokes on his beer. He wipes his mouth and closes the laptop, as Sam continues to explain. "The victim claims that the ghost threw her down a flight of stairs." Sam feels ignored. "I can see you're very interested." Dean takes out his wallet and shakes his head. "Women? Showers? We've got to save these people." He throws his money on the table, because he's Frat Boy Dean, right now.
In downtown Concrete, the sun is shining and so is Metallicar as she pulls into town. The mountains in the background are gorgeous. Since they shoot in Vancouver, I like it when they set their stories in the Pacific Northwest or other mountainous regions, or heck, just non-flat regions, and take advantage of their glorious surroundings. It just doesn't look like Kansas, Kripke. You know what I'm saying? The boys pull up to a row of shops and such, and Dean stops in front of "Lucky Chin's" to let Sam out while he goes to park. A Buddha fountain features prominently in the restaurant. Ted Raimi, looking like Louis Skolnick, strolls by, canoodling with a beautiful woman. We'll call Ted Wesley and the woman Hope, because we'll later learn those are their names, and there are a lot of characters to keep straight in this episode. Hope whispers sweet nothings to Wes, and can't keep her hands off him.