Sam is looking to an hotel room through a binocular. Everything is quiet, boring, even.
His cellphone rings. He looks to the caller ID – Bobby. Sam sighs but picks it up.
"Hi, Bobby."
"Haven't you been following the family for long enough?" Bobby yells.
"I just want to be sure they are okay."
Bobby sighs. "I know you don't want to deal with this right now, but we have to burn Dean's body and I don't want to do it without you."
Sam holds his breath, reminded of the figure of his dead brother on the floor, mutilated – dead. There has to be something he can do, anything. "We are not burning Dean's body!" He shouts.
"But…"
"Not buts Bobby! And you know what, you're right! I don't want to deal with this right now!" Sam shouts back, hanging up.
He picks up his binoculars and looks back at the room. A man catches his attention, knocking on the Fremont's door. The dad opens the door, smiling. A yell his heard. The dad looks from inside the room back to the man, confused. Bang! He's dead, heart out, lying on the floor.
"Oh, shit!" Sam puts the binoculars away, grabbing Ruby's knife and running to the room, hoping to get there in time to save the mother and the girl, unlike he was unable to save the dad or his own brother.