Dean and Bobby immediately lunge for Ellen and wrestle the gun away from her head just as her errant finger squeezes the trigger, and the echoing report of that gunshot overlaps with the first of four subsequent shots Zombie Sam plugs into G.I. Jake's back in rapid succession. Jake, blood pouring from his mouth, almost instantly collapses onto his back, and sneering Zombie Sam -- here trying to evoke the sense of menace he so effortlessly communicated in "Born Under A Bad Sign" but failing miserably and instead resembling nothing so much as a drag queen doing Faye Dunaway doing Joan Crawford during Mommie Dearest's infamous "Tina! Bring Me The Axe!" sequence -- deliberately crosses to stand astride Jake's prone form and blast three more bullets into his head. Zombie Sam's now sporting a few specks of Jake's blood on his face, by the way, and as Bobby and Ellen brush past him to figure out what's going on with the crypt's ominously clanking locking mechanism, Bobby gifts The Ginormous Revenant with a quick look of terror. Hee. For his part, Zombie Sam simply wipes the blood from his face with one of his remarkably large hands, and if El Deano has a reaction of his own to all of this, it's going to have to wait, for the locking mechanism's now clanked to a halt with The Fucking Colt protruding from the center of a spiky pentagram. DUN! "Oh, no!" Bobby breathes. "What is it?" Ellen wonders. "It's Hell!" Bobby growls. Dean lunges forward to retrieve The Fucking Colt from the lock just as Bobby shouts for everyone to take cover. Dean and Zombie Sam dive behind a couple of nearby headstones, and in a fairly done -- yes, "fairly done," only -- effects sequence, the crypt's doors burst open to unleash both a massive, roiling, swarming cloud of bitterly black demonic goo and a tremendous shockwave that rips outwards from the cemetery. As hundreds of individual demonic whirlwinds obscure Our Intrepid Heroes from sight on the ground, the camera leaps up high above the Basin, and when the shockwave blasts across the surrounding countryside, the crisscrossing rail lines that comprise the devil's trap crackle with rapidly moving flames that illuminate a large part of the overall pattern while destroying the trap itself. In a neat little touch, you can see two of the tracks of fire converge upon one of the points of the pentagram, and the abandoned frontier church at the meeting of the lines goes boom! in the very, very far distance. Heh. Satanic lightning strikes zap the formerly off-limits area at the center, and that roiling, swarming cloud made up of hundreds of individual demonic whirlwinds rises from the earth below to shoot up towards the sky and directly into the METAL TEETH CHOMP!