Dean takes a moment to gulp, then steels his resolve and throws open the diner's back door to find...nothing more than a rain-flooded field! As he slowly swings the door shut, however, his fingers trail through a line of sulphur left on the barred window's casing. Panicked, he races back out into the parking lot, bellowing Sam's name repeatedly into the night. The camera, which had leapt far above the tiny little café when Dean threw open the front door, has been slowly tracking down towards Our Intrepid Hero during all of this, and settles in tightly on his face just as Dean unhinges his lower jaw to howl, "SAM!"