In the parking lot, Dean explains he now knows that his scratch marks are road rash, and he's guessing Luther swallowed some woodchips when he was being dragged down the mill road. Sam says it makes sense; he's experiencing Luther's death. Really, Sam? Can we be sure? Oh my word, they are trying bore me to death with the re-exposition. The Screaming Dean scenes have been hysterically funny, and overall, I found the episode engaging enough while watching it (although it doesn't live up to the first five of the season), but looking at it as closely as recapping entails makes me realize that it smells nearly as bad as three days dead Frank. Dean, bless him, wants to get on with things -- burn Luther's bones and get himself healthy. Sam says it won't be as easy as that, because parts of Luther were scattered up and down that stretch of road. 1. Gross. 2. So? Did he lose any bones? Maybe he did, but his ghost looks like it has all its parts. And besides, I mean, there have been many ghosts whose corpses have long since served as worm food, but you've burned their bones and stopped the ghost. This show needs a better show bible, or maybe just a show bible. Sam says they'll just have to figure something else out. Somebody has to, Sammy.
Dean walks away from Metallicar. "You know what? Screw this. What are we doing?" Sam says they're hunting a ghost. Dean says, "A ghost. Exactly. Who does that? [...] And that, Sam, is exactly why our lives suck. C'mon Sam, we hunt monsters. What the Hell? Normal people -- they see a monster and run, but not us, no, no, no. We search out things that want to kill us, yeah, huh, or eat us. You know who does that? Crazy people! We are insane. You know then there's the bad diner food and the skeevy motel rooms and the truck stop waitress with the bizarre rash." He gestures toward his groin at that last bit. Thanks for the visual, Dean. "I mean who wants this life, Sam? Huh? Seriously? I mean do you actually like being stuck with me in a car, eight hours a day, every single day?" Sam doesn't meet his eyes. Dean gets even more het up. "I don't think so. I mean I drive too fast and I listen to the same five albums over and over and over again, and I sing along. I'm annoying; I know that. And you -- you're gassy. You eat half a burrito and you get toxic. You know what?" He tosses Sam Baby's keys. "You can forget it." As he stalks off, Sam asks where he's going. Dean says, "Stay away from me Sam because I am done with it. I'm done with the monsters and the hellhounds and the Ghost Sickness, and the damned apocalypse. I'm out. I'm done. I quit." Sam sighs in exasperation.