In any event, Jo spits, "Fine!" and launches into the sad, sorry tale of Bill Harvelle's last hunting trip ever. He and Shut Up Daddy motored on over to Devil's Gate Reservoir in California to set a trap "for some kind of hellspawn." Billy Boy was the bait, you see, and when Shut Up Daddy jumped the gun, the hellspawn spun around and offed poor Jo's dear old dad. End of story. "Uh, not quite," Evil Action Sammy teases, casually leaning against the post, his mouth right next to Jo's head. "It hurt him -- it didn't kill him." Jo blinks, struggling mightily to keep it together, as Evil Action Sammy continues, "You see, Bill was all clawed up, holding his insides in his hands, gurgling and praying to see you and Ellen one more time, so my dad..." And here, Evil Action Sammy pauses for effect, all sniffles and regret. "...killed him!" With a bit of a singsong, he elaborates, "Put him out of his misery like a sick dog!" And then, giving into his musical impulses entirely, Evil Action Sammy actually croons, "My dad-dy shot your dad-dy in the heaaaaad!" God help me, but Evil Action Sammy is hot. "How could you know that?" Jo demands. Evil Action Sammy offers her an abrupt and dismissive, "I hear things," before rising above her to embed the knife in the post. "Why are you doing this?" she seethes. "Like daddy, like daughter," he easily shrugs, "you're bait. Open up!" And with that, he ties a knotted tea towel around her mouth. "I knew I recognized that!" shrieks Raoul.
And next? Wouldn't you know it? Dean bursts through the door at that very moment, with gun drawn! Evil Action Sammy instantly retrieves his ridiculously enormous knife from the post and, slipping easily into tortured Emo mode now that Jo's gagged, presses the blade against her throat while pleading, "I begged you to stop me, Dean! I told you I can't fight it! My head feels like it's on fire!" "Dean, kill me," he pleads once more, "or I'm gonna kill her!" "You'd be doing me a favor!" he continues as Dean, uncertain, takes a few steps forward. Unexpectedly, Evil Action Sammy pulls himself away from Jo and, tossing his arms out wide, screams, "Shoot me! Shoot me!" Things grind down into slow motion for a few beats as Evil Action Sammy pants and Jo struggles against her restraints and Dean takes aim down the barrel of his gun, but in the end, Dean just whispers, "No, Sammy. Come on." Dean lowers and disarms the automatic as he turns back towards the exit. Evil Action Sammy rages up behind him to rant something about Dean's all-consuming loneliness, or whatever, and it's then that Dean whips around to lash his open flask across Sam's body. Evil Action Sammy roars in pain and collapses back against the post as smoke rises from every inch of skin the flask's liquid touched. "That's holy water, you dee-monic son of a bitch!" Dean shouts, and when Evil Action Sammy's growled back up to get in Dean's face, his eyes have indeed flipped beetle-black. "Yessssssssss!" hisses Raoul. Dean lashes his possessed brother twice more with the stuff, and Evil Possessed Action Sammy blindly lunges away, somehow managing to crash through one of the bar's windows onto the dock outside. Dean slashes open the ropes binding Jo's hands, and the second she's yanked the gag from her mouth, she yells, "He was possessed?" Dean shoots her a look that screams, "If you think he was anything but possessed, I probably should have let him kill you." Ow. She bellows his name, but Dean's already vanished through the shattered window frame himself.