While Raoul writhes about upon his overstuffed armchair with glee, Dirk's bitterly black spirit leaps from the injured driver into one of the sexist beer-guzzling jock assholes, who flies from the bus to tackle Sam to the ground, where he proceeds to knock the snot out of He Who Sucks At The Hand-To-Hand. Dean blasts another couple of rock-salt rounds into the sexist beer-guzzling jock asshole's back, but Spectral Dirk's evidently so enraged at this point, the shotgun shells have no effect upon the possession, and the sexist beer-guzzling jock asshole continues to wale on Sam's face while Dean frantically rips through the glove compartment again for a moment before realizing Spectral Dirk likely hid the lock somewhere upon Eddie's body. And after scrambling through the old guy's pocket's, Dean finally thinks to search Eddie's footwear, and the lock of hair lashing Spectral Dirk to the physical world finally goes up in flames shortly after Dean shakes it out of Eddie's left boot. The possessed sexist beer-guzzling jock asshole rears his head backwards to expel Spectral Dirk from his mouth, the ghost billowing up towards the camera for a moment before erupting into flames and vanishing for good, and the now unconscious sexist beer-guzzling jock asshole flops forward to smother Darling Sammy against the blacktop. "He's givin' you the full cowgirl!" a spent Dean manages to chuckle, right before he, Sam, Eddie, the school bus, and all the sexist beer-guzzling jock assholes attached to this scene collapse into the final METAL TEETH CHOMP!
FLASHBACK! It's time for 1997's denouement, and wow, this was a hell of a lot sadder the second time around. Amanda busts Teen Dean inhaling another girl's face in the supply closet, and he trails after her with a few weak excuses as she storms out into the hallway to give him a piece of her mind right there in front of all of her friends. "I thought maybe underneath your whole I-don't-give-a-crap, bad-boy thing that there was something more going on," she flails in a furious and oh-so-very adolescent manner, "but I was wrong. You spend so much time trying to convince people that you're cool, but it's just an act!" Teen Dean gulps, stung, as Amanda concludes, "We both know you're just a sad, lonely little kid, and I feel sorry for you." "You feel sorry for me?" he spits, his tone echoing Poor Dead Taylor's from the top of the hour. "Don't feel sorry for me!" he continues, now parroting Taylor's actual words as his impotent anger begins to rage. "You don't know anything about me!" By now, Amanda's turned her back on him and flounced off, leaving two of her friends to shake their heads at him slightly in disgust as he starts sounding even more unhinged. "I save lives! I'm a hero! A hero!" At this point, even the friends have had enough, and they, too, turn their backs on him to leave, and as others are staring at him now, Teen Dean's reduced to yelling a meaningless threat -- "What?" -- over and over again to people who no longer care.