As they walk to a nearby pier, a gang of kids is chasing the littlest one of the group. Dean yells, "Run, Forrest. Run." That was MEAN, DEAN. The poor kid looks about seven years old. Sam's used to Dean being a dick (not my words -- his), so he shrugs it off, and announces it doesn't look like there's anything going on in Concrete. Our boys happen upon an older, outdoorsy looking man yelling at the local sheriff. Gus has a large gash on his forehead and claims to have seen Bigfoot. Sheriff Hal tries to convince him it must have been a bear, but Gus knows a bear's tracks when he sees them, and this thing was huge. Sam and Dean wander over and Sam injects himself into the conversation. "'Scuse us. F.B.I." The sheriff says, "Are you frigging kidding me? He's just reporting it, this instant! Oh my stars, I've been bugged. I hope they didn't take note of my long, liquid lunches at Delilah's Den. Obama better fix the economy first and do something about that Patriot Act, second." Or maybe he just says, "What?" Sam, having no idea what the men are discussing says, "Yes sir, we're here about the... um... that," and gestures toward Gus. Luckily, the sheriff is too surprised to be tight-lipped. "About Bigfoot?. Sam presses for more information, and Gus agrees to show them exactly where he ran across the beast.
Alone, in the forest, the Winchesters try to puzzle out what's going on in Concrete -- first with the unreal ghost, and now the Bigfoot sighting. Dean wonders if someone spiked the drinking water with LSD, and then they spot it. There are big, funny looking footprints, in the mud, right in front of them. They're nearly as wide as long, and the toe impressions are as round as can be. It's like no Bigfoot track I've ever seen -- either in hoax-documentation or film. They can only agree it was left by a big... foot. Why it's even bigger than Padalecki's feet!