Sam and Dean go on a hunt at a Florida movie theatre where a person has died at every Saturday matinee for a month. They are short on clues, leaving nothing to distract Sam from his increasingly inappropriate thoughts about his brother.
Sam Wesson admits that he doesn't know much about Dean Smith. And yeah, he'd like to know more. One thing leads to another, and while getting carried away might sometimes be a bad thing, Dean lying naked in his giường certainly isn't.