Woody takes the Winchesters to a place they know well to get the forbidden fruit. There they see a few familiar faces.

"No Sammy, you know what? This is ridiculous. He's not giving me jack about where we're going and I'm sick of it. That's gonna end right here. Now you're gonna start talkin' or I'm gonna start firin'." He held his gun up for all to see.

"Ok! Ok! Geesh! You FBI agents sure are an angry bunch, aren't you?" Woody said, putting his hands up in surrender. Then he had a thought. "Wait a sec, are you actually FBI?"

The brothers instantly froze, their eyes widening. Woody raised an eyebrow as the boys tried to think of an answer.

"We're FBI, I assure you," Sam said nervously.

"Yeah, we're just...undercover," Dean replied.

Woody studied them, his eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Hmm, I don't believe you guys."

Dean sighed and rubbed a hand down his face. "Look, we'll explain everything later but right now we just need to get that fruit." He lowered his gun. "Now, can you get it for us without me having to threaten you?"

"Alright, fine." Woody crossed his arms over his chest and sighed dramatically. "Keep driving for about another mile and we'll be there."

"Thank you," Sam said before turning around in his seat. Dean put his gun away and started the car again, driving forward.

They drove for a few minutes before a small building came into sight. As they got closer, the brothers realized why this place seemed so familiar.

"Harvelle's Roadhouse?" Dean read the sign above the door, his mouth open in shock as he observed the place. Sam leaned forward and gasped.

"You guys have one of these too?" he asked. Woody gave him a confused look as they all got out of the car.

"Um, I guess so. What, have you been to the Roadhouse before?" Woody wondered. Dean nodded as he locked his car.

"Yeah, we have." His eyes clouded over as unpleasant memories sprang to his mind. But then he quickly cleared his throat and started toward the front door.

Sam and Woody followed Dean inside. The brothers tried not to remember the depressing memories of their friends as they made their way through the restaurant. Woody began to lead the way and they were soon approached by a very familiar man.

"Hey Dave!" Woody greeted the man as Sam and Dean stared at him.

"Wait, Dave?" Dean questioned. "But that's Ash!" He shared a look with Sam, who simply shrugged his shoulders.

"Ash? No, this is Dave!" Woody beamed, wrapping an arm around his friend's shoulders. "Dave" smiled at the boys.

"It's nice to see you again, Woody. What brings you here?" Dave questioned.

"Well, I'm helping these two boys find a very special fruit. Remember the one from my book that I showed you?" Dave nodded. "Well, we need that one and we were wondering if you might have it."

"You're in luck, Woody! We actually do have that fruit here!" Dave told them. The brothers instantly brightened, happy that they were one step closer to their goal.

Dave disappeared into the kitchen for a moment before coming back out with a bundle in his hands. He handed it to Woody, who unwrapped it and showed it to the brothers.

"Yup. That's the right one," Dean confirmed. He quickly took it and wrapped it back up before glancing up at Dave.

"Hey Dave?"

"Yeah?"

"I dig the hair."

Dave smiled and ran his fingers through his hair, flipping the long locks over his shoulder. "All business up front, party in the back."

Dean grinned and Sam couldn't help but smile. After saying their goodbye's, Woody and the Winchesters headed back out to the car and made their back to the Psych office.

"Ugh. Where are they?" Shawn whined. Dean, Sam, and Woody had been gone for about an hour or so but it felt like forever to him. He just wanted to get the spell ready and get Lassie cured. He also wanted to make sure Juliet was okay.

"They'll be here, Shawn. Just be patient," Gus told his friend. Shawn let his head fall to his desk and groaned when his forehead made contact with the hard material. That probably wasn't the best idea.

"I'm tired of being patient," he complained. But before he could say anything else, the sound of a car's engine made him lift his head and jump out of his seat.

Moments later, the brothers and Woody walked into the office. Dean carried a small bundle in his hands and Shawn immediately knew that was the fruit.

"Finally! Why'd you guys take so long?" Shawn asked them. Dean rolled his eyes at the psychic's childish whining.

"Well, we would've gotten it sooner if this moron over here had just told us where to go in the first place!" He gestured to Woody and fixed the coroner with a cold glare.

"Hey! Don't talk to Woody like that!" Shawn exclaimed. Woody simply grinned and shrugged.

"I'm used to it by now," he said. Dean raised an eyebrow and scoffed, shaking his head slightly.

"Alright. We have all the ingredients now so what do we do with them?" Gus wondered.

"We need to prepare the spell and then we can perform it on Lassiter. It shouldn't take too long," Sam answered.

"And after that, Lassie will be back to normal?" Shawn asked. Sam and Dean both nodded.

Shawn was about to make some vague movie reference when his phone started buzzing in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw that it was Juliet before putting it to his ear.

"Hey Jules. I was wonder-" Shawn began before stopping abruptly. The room went dead silent as everyone tried to listen in on the conversation.

"Whoa Jules! Calm down! What did Lassie do?" His face took on an expression of concern as Juliet tried to explain.

"Shawn, he's trying to kill me! Please, you have to help me! I can't handle him myself!" Juliet cried.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll be there as soon as I can. Just try to hold him off for now," Shawn told her, surprisingly, calmly.

"Please hurry!" Juliet exclaimed before hanging up. Shawn lowered the phone from his ear, his eyes wide.

"What happened, Shawn? Is Juliet okay?" Gus asked. Shawn shook his head and lifted his gaze to meet Gus'.

"Lassie's trying to kill her. We have to go help her! Now!"