There’s a lead on the other half of the demon tablet, and Kevin demands to be brought along. The house boat (and Garth) are apparently making him both stir-crazy and regular crazy and he threatens to set Garth’s puppet animals on them unless Sam and Dean take him with. When faced with the prospect of Mr. Fizzles, they don’t really have a choice.
They pull over at a rest stop in the middle of Minnesota. Dean says he has to call Cas again, and retreats several feet away to stand with his hands on his hips, facing the other direction. Sam doesn’t know why Dean needs privacy to pray to Cas– it seems easy to just say Hey Cas, vacation’s over, flap yourself and that tablet over here pronto, Team Free Will on three. But Dean must have something else to say, because he’s praying very quietly, muttering under his breath.
Kevin, who is seated at a picnic table, looks up from the map he’s been studying and snorts.
“Is it always so intense with them?” he asks Sam. “Is it always, like, desperate prayers and long drawn-out glances, or do they ever just sit down and have a beer?”