While walking through town, Dean stares at little Todd chasing his tormentors. The child stops. "You got a problem, mister?" Dean says he doesn't, so Todd glares at him, then rejoins the chase. Dean's stomach rumbles and lurches, and I'm pretty sure he was wrong about not having a problem...

Sam enters their motel room, to hear the melodic strains of his brother puking his guts out. I hate vomit on TV. I hate the sound of it. I hate the sight of it. I'm gagging typing about it, while thanking all that's holy that there's no such thing as Smell-O-Vision. You're not getting any more detail. When Sam calls out to him, Dean says, "The wishes turn bad, Sam. The wishes turn very bad." He attempts to come out of the bathroom and talk to Sam, but has to return almost immediately. I said no details! We finally learn that Dean found some fragments of a legend -- the legend of Tiamat. "The Babylonian god of primordial chaos." (But I'm telling you -- it's Raoul.) Although everything starts out nice when people make wishes, it soon turns bad, just like Dean's 10 Inch hero, er... foot long Italian. In order to remove the coin from the fountain and reverse the ever encroaching chaos, they need to find the first wisher, before things get even crazier. You want crazy? I'll give you crazy. Dean then drinks a beer -- right after he's heaved his guts out. Gag. And just to trump that crazy, we...

Cut to Audrey's house. There's a message on her chalkboard. "Life is meaningless. Signed, T. Bear." Oh, my. Teddy sits on the bed, crying, with a shotgun stuck in his mouth. The camera pans behind him. There's a blast! And fluff. Everywhere! I rewind it three times, before I let it continue on long enough to see that Teddy survives. The camera pans to the back of his head, which is still smoking from the shot, but poor old T. Bear is still sitting upright. He turns directly to the camera and screams, "Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?!?"

At the motel, Sam does some research as Dean has another dream of Hell. He twitches and moans in his sleep until Sam says, "Dean, wake up!" Sam asks if he slept well. Dean reaches for the bottle beside his bed and grunts. "Tan, rested and ready." He takes a swig. Sam's had enough. Between the nightmares and the drinking, he knows Uriel was telling the truth and that Dean remembers Hell. "I'm your brother. I wish you'd talk to me." Dean puts on his well-worn mask of false bravado, and picks up the newspaper. "Be careful what you wish for." He changes the subject to the job and asks Sam what he has. Sam gives up. "We've got Teddy Bear, Lottery Guy, Invisible Pervert Guy -- they all must have wished sometime in the last two weeks, but who wished first? And how are we supposed to know who else wished and when?" Dean smiles. "Well, it helps if they announce it in the paper." He puts it down in front of Sam and notes that the announcement goes back a month. Sam reads the notice of Hope Lynn Casey's "surprise engagement" to Wesley Mondale. Dean says, "Ah, true love." Sam says, "It's the best lead we've got." And I start anticipating all the gender issues that are going to arise in this subplot. They're sitting with me about as well as Dean's sandwich sat with him.