Hi! It's nighttime now, and Dean's sitting alone in his Baby, reading over something, and scratching furiously at his left arm, and not because he's still skeeved out over Marie. When Sam opens the car door, it startles Dean. They exposit about what little information Dean was able to dig up at the County Clerk's office. Frank's wife Jessie was a manic-depressive who went off her meds in '88, and vanished. "They found her 2 weeks later, 3 towns over, strung up in her motel room. Suicide." Frank's alibi is airtight. He was working the swing shift when Jessie disappeared. Dean drives as Sam catches him up on his investigation of Frank's place. "Clean. No EMF, no hex bags, no sulfur." (Hearing impaired people, the closed captioners lie to you, again. Sam doesn't say "silver".) Dean says, "So probably no ghosts, no witches, no demons. Three down; 97 to go." Sam notices how slowly Dean's driving. "Dude, you're going 20. That's the speed limit." Dean says, "So what -- safety's a crime, now?" They drive past the Bluebird Motel. Wait. It's a hotel. Aren't we coming up in the world? Sam says, "Dude, where are you going? That was our hotel." Dean says, "I'm not going to make a left-hand turn into oncoming traffic. I'm not suicidal!" Sam's EMF reader starts going haywire, and the closer it gets to Dean, the more it reacts. Dean shouts, "Am I haunted? Am I haunted?" Yes you are, Dean -- by the METAL TEETH CHOMP!

It's morning, and Sam passes by a colorful mural on the outer front wall of the Bluebird Hotel. He's carrying a box of something -- let's say donuts because I'm in the mood for one. He's also just ending a call with Bobby, as Survivor's "Eye of the Tiger," starts to play. He crosses the street to Metallicar, but can't see Dean. Well, not at first. When he gets to the car, he peeks in the window and sees Dean stretched out across the front seat, playing air drums. Sam thumps on the roof (in time to the music, I might add, so well done, Sammy). Dean hollers in fright, sits up, exits the car, and shows his brother the three scratch marks on his arm...er...right where he's been scratching. How do you think those got there? Sam hands Dean the box o' breakfast, and is shocked when Dean merely sniffs it and then tosses it aside. Who are you, and what have you done with the real Dean who would have two donuts in his mouth, by now? Damn shifter followed you from last week, I tell you what.