...Tinkle, Tinkle RAAAWWWR! "Oh, poop!" pouts Raoul, two perfect circles of smoke puffing out from his exquisitely outraged nostrils as he immediately slumps into a tacky-title-card-induced torpor atop his overstuffed armchair. "Just when we were starting to have a little bit of fun!" he grumps. "And then they had to positively ruin it with that...! That...! That monstrosity!" There, there, my scaly friend. "Hmph!" It'll get better pretty soon. "Promise?!" Well, I'm pretty sure. "Then by all means, please hurry this along! I absolutely detest lingering upon this...! This...! This abject wretchedness for a second longer than I must!" As you wish, Raoul. As you wish.

The camera fades up on the main lawn of a ridiculously scenic downstate park, where it finds Deeply Disturbed El Deano in the throes of a spitting fury, raging at Bobby via his cell over the fact that Secretly Evil Sammy's Come Back Wrong For The Sixty-Eighth Or Sixty-Ninth Time Since This Godforsaken Series Began. Long story short, Dean's convinced that something has been masquerading as his brother for the last year, but Bobby remains skeptical, mainly because Dean has yet to provide him with any actual evidence to back up his assertions. Bobby does, however, agree to perform some research into the matter, and urges Dean to keep his wits about him over the coming days. "We need facts," Bobby reminds Dean, "'cause if it ain't Sam, we don't know what it is, and if we're gonna put him down, we need to know how." "I don't even wanna ride in the same car with him, much less work a damn case!" Dean protests. "Get in the car," Bobby eyerolls, before correctly noting, "He's your case!"

With that, Bobby disconnects the call, and Agitated El Deano stares at the instant dial tone now humming from his cell phone until Secretly Evil Sammy ambles over with a couple of foil-wrapped sandwiches and a newspaper. "I was just leaving Lisa a message," Dean LIES to his brother, and the two chat about Dean's nonexistent relationship with his ex-girlfriend for a bit until Secretly Evil Sammy passes Dean his copy of The Springfield Daily Reader, which prominently features Pathetic Jane's spectacular pre-credits suicide as its main story. Seems three other people have also offed themselves in Calumet City over the last couple of weeks, and for whatever reason, Secretly Evil Sammy's convinced himself that a string of random suicides in a depressing distant suburb of Chicago is indeed Their Kind Of Thing, so he'd like to hop into the Impala to get started on the investigation immediately, thanks very much. Dean reluctantly agrees, and the next thing we know...