The Winchesters bring him back into their motel room and splash him with holy water. "He's clean," Sam notes. "I could have told you that," Henry says, as if a demon wouldn't, you know, lie about possession. Dean threatens more violence if he doesn't start talking. Henry laughs. "I'm sure this is all beyond your understanding, my alpha male monkey friend." Naturally, this doesn't calm Dean in the least. He whips out the gun again, along with his growliest voice. "Let me tell you what I understand! Some asshat pops out of my closet, asking about my dad, smashes up my ride!" At least one part of that reaches Henry. Before further discussion can take place, the walls begin to shake. The closet door flies open and Josie steps out. "Henry! Silly man -- you forgot to lock the door!" She demands he hand over what she wants, but he refuses. She points out he isn't a fighter and flings Sam and Dean into the walls. Couldn't she just kill everyone and rifle through their corpses for the goods? Why bother with making Henry hand it over? Henry tries to reach the real Josie somewhere behind the demon, but it doesn't work. Dean sneaks up behind her and stabs her with the demon knife. She screams and crumples to the floor, sparks coursing just beneath her skin. "That is no way to treat a lady," she says, quickly recovering from her wound. All the non-demons skedaddle out of there.

As they drive off, the motel manager comes running out of the office. Josie grabs him and breathes a little of her demon smoke into him. "Show me what you've seen," she says. From the manager's POV, we see the Winchesters checking into the motel and then later driving off. He pays special attention to the license plates. How is that supposed to help her? Josie sucks back her demon smoke and then slashes the poor guy's throat with her fingers.

Dean pulls over on the nearest deserted road so that Henry can stumble into the grass and throw up. "It's just that all the adventures I enjoy are usually of the literary nature," he explains once he's done emptying the contents of his stomach. "You wanna tell me who Betty Crocker was back there?" Dean asks. "Abaddon -- she's a demon," Henry says. He explains that he's from 1958. Dean scoffs at first, but Henry looks serious. He insists he be taken to John. That's when Dean blurts out that he's dead. Henry looks devastated. "What's it to you?" Sam asks. "I'm his father," Henry says. Sam and Dean make sad puppy faces at each other. So much Winchester angst! We have to cut to a commercial to escape it.