Dean wakes up immediately, sitting up as Sam makes his way out the room. He could use a few more hours of sleep, but food is even more important at this point, so Dean puts his jacket and boots back on and heads out.

A free meal is a free meal, so Dean isn't going to pull a Sam and offer to work for it. If the people in the camp believe in hospitality, that's their problem, not his. When he realizes Sam hasn't gone to breakfast, Dean shrugs it off and goes to sit at a table with a few guys. They make basic conversation, Dean shares vague details about his own camp — nothing specific, just in case — and they talk about the way they live. After a little while, Dean finally asks if anyone's heard of the Colt.

Everyone denies knowledge of the gun. Dean finishes his breakfast and feels as though it's about time to get back on the road, if no one knows anything. He gets up to go find Sam to tell him to get ready, but the woman from last night stops him.

"I've heard of your gun," she tells him, jumping right into business as usual. "A couple of the hunters around here got a lead on it. They left to go look into it a few days ago."

"Where'd they go?" Dean asks, fully prepared to follow.

She gives him a flat look. "You can wait to ask them yourself when they come back."

They go back and forth, but she refuses to share any specifics, no matter what Dean tells her. He asks around some more, but those who do know about the Colt won't talk to a stranger. So by the time he makes it back to Sam, he's in a pretty foul mood. He walks up to where Sam is working.

"We're stuck here for another few days," he announces. "I got a lead on the Colt but no one'll talk. We gotta wait until a couple hunters get back."

He pauses to survey what Sam's doing.

"But I guess you're just fitting right in."