There follows a lengthy game of cat-and-mouse between El Deano and Evil Possessed Action Sammy down in some sort of storehouse for discarded fishing-boat parts, but as this recap's hideously long already, I'll skip the specifics of all that to provide the facts, such as they are. The Entity Currently In Possession Of Sam has "lots of names," none of which it chooses to share with Dean at the moment. The entire possession was set up merely as a "test" for Dean, so the demon could see if it "could push [Dean] far enough to waste Sam." "Should've known you wouldn't have the sack," taunts The Entity Currently In Possession Of Sam. El Deano vows the entity will pay for its deception with its life. "How?" The Entity calls out from its hiding place. "You can't hurt me -- not without hurting your little brother!" "See," it continues, caving under the pressure placed upon all dark demonic forces sent from the flaming maw of Hell to offer in minute detail their plans for world domination at critical junctures in the action, rather than just offing whomever it is they came topside to kill, and where the hell was I? Oh, yeah: "See, I think you're gonna die, Dean," The Entity threatens, "you and every other hunter I can find. One look at Sam's dewy, sensitive eyes? They'll let me right in the door." Hee. So nice to see the writing staff acknowledging The Power Of The Padalecki. Finally, a demon with sense enough to seize control of the will-crushing Super-Special Puppy-Dog Eyes Of Doom! By the way, Dean's traded his pistol during all that for his flask of holy water, for reasons I trust will soon become clear. Evil Possessed Action Sammy skulks out of the storehouse for whatever nefarious reason, and Dean gives chase, carefully edging through the door to emerge upon the dock proper, where he uneasily eyes his apparently deserted surroundings. Perhaps thinking Sam's commandeered a boat, Dean crosses to the edge of the dock to peer into the water below, and wow. That sure as hell was a mistake, for Evil Possessed Action Sammy wastes not a moment to pop out of his hiding place, take aim with his own automatic, and blow a hole right through El Deano's body. "VIOLENCE!" shrieks a giddy Raoul. "WANTON, SENSELESS VIOLENCE!" Dean, even before the bullet's casing hits the wooden boards at Sam's feet, collapses backwards to vanish from the dock's edge, and as Evil Possessed Action Sammy begins to stride over, we hear Dean's body hitting the chilly waters of Superior Bay. As a lone loon wails in the background, Evil Possessed Action Sammy rather hotly storms his evil self up to the edge of the dock and darts his evil eyes around black water below until he's satisfied El Deano's gone for the swim that needs no towel. His wickedly hot wicked smirk of wicked triumph dances wickedly around upon his wicked lips as his equally wicked bangs of wicked world domination flutter wickedly in the breeze until everything's gobbled up by the METAL TEETH CHOMP! Or something like that.